Last night, Mommy said–
all bedecked in cotton–
“We have no more money
for underwear.”
“We have no more of those little
trains on those little bloomers for you.”
Me?
Me, always so proud of my underoos,
My supermans, my spidermans.
My mans.
No more underwear???
No more. . .
So I tore off that last pair of Hanes I had left.
It was only white, not even colored.
Then danced naked,
little pecker waving in the breeze.
Amir Lopatin