In response to Gary Snyder’s “Four Poems for Robin”:
The Day I Broke Dress Code
The day I broke dress code
I wore those smelly shorts
the ones that you’re supposed to wash
no one does
My two best friends in the world
connected the dots on my legs
a blue shark
a pink bunny
Sand in my clothes
exfoliating, to put it mildly
tickling, spinning, dizzy, spinning more
climbing like rainforest monkeys in suburban oaks
Eating my body weight in pizza
protesting in Albertsons – “free the lobsters!”
finally returning
to my home away from home
I used to think the clothes made the day
until the day I broke dress code.
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