never woken up
and said to myself.
today is the day
i wear that orange
shirt,
or the yellow one,
or the light green one with
hummingbirds,
the one my mother gave me
for Christmas
back in the day,
when she thought that i might
be gay,
because of the poetry thing.
it's either blue, or black,
or white.
with blue jeans,
a sturdy pair of boots
or shoes.
a white t-shirt and Levis
is the way
they can carry me out
when the good Lord calls
me home.
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