my seer sucker suit

you're thinking about
taking some clothes
to the dry cleaners.
you haven't done that
in nearly twenty years.
you want to get
back into the game,
get a little more
spiffy than the khaki
shorts and t-shirts
you've been wearing
day in and day out.
maybe you'll ask for
extra starch, or hold
the msg. have some cuffs
hemmed since you've
probably gotten a
bit shorter since then.
you miss the smell
of the dry cleaners,
that sickly sweet
cleaning product
that hovers in the air
like formaldehyde.
you want to wave to
the people in back,
sweating profusely,
ignoring the child
labor laws as they
steam and press
the giant heaps
of clothes.
you want to hear
the grrrr
of the automatic
hanger as it spins
around at the push of
a button, bringing
you your nice clean
seer sucker baby
blue suit wrapped
in a clingy plastic sheet.
it's time. you are
long overdue
to get back in the game.