the spot

there is a spot
on your favorite
blue button down
dress shirt.
you don't notice
it until you
are in the car
away from home,
away from another
shirt, pressed
and clean
hanging in
the closet.
so you go on.
you spend the whole
night
blocking the spot
on your shirt
with your hand, or
a drink, a plate.
something.
how aware we are
of our faults, hoping
to find spots
in others, or to
hide them, to ease
our own.