Regular Poem: Sweating in Rayon

16 Nov

i’m not trying to sweat in rayon

something about it and me
doesn’t blend well

a fabricated fabric
a sweet sweat
hot and gross

and yet
here i am
in rayon

at least i’m not
an old testament prophet
(an old mantra)
at least i’m not
any character in wuthering heights
(a new mantra)
at least i’m not
(an infinite mantra)

comparing is decomposing
a fallen leaf on the wet ground
waiting to be
organically sun and shower frost and fever

i’m not trying to sweat in rayon

but here i am
in rayon

she doubles over at my vaudeville joke
she does a spit take at my regular observance

i understand i’ve been funny
(i always make myself laugh)
but i don’t get
i’ve been
than usual

it’s a personal essence

tapping into
a different


whatever whoever
i am
smells bad
in rayon

to me at least

but he compliments
and she laughs
and she

tells and tells

(it’s more and too much)
(it’s more
than i’m used to)


i’m talking and talking
but now
i’m listening and listening
contorting my face into a listening face
plastic athletic

(i would do push ups for you
you would enjoy them
clap and fawn over them but
that’s not
what you want
you want my silence
and my

it’s more and less than you’ve ever told me

i listen and tell
and you
tell and listen

you hardly sweat at all
and i

i hate to sweat in rayon


2 Responses to “Regular Poem: Sweating in Rayon”

  1. Silver Screenings 17 November 2018 at 8:47 PM #

    You said it, girlfriend. Rayon and I are not a good mix.

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