Business Attire

Last night I showered

In his three piece suit

Water cascaded over Italian cashmere

Sliding into a 120 thread count

Montblanc cufflinks shone bright reflecting

Arrogance that danced across the tile walls

Notched lapels drooped over

And egyptian wool shoulder pads filled heavy to the brim

I tilted my head back

Jagged laughter rose from my throat

I let my mouth fill with water

And lazilly drooled it down

Like a bubbling crab

Over his favorite Hermès tie

And once pride lay saturated on my frame

I suctioned flat against the bottom of the tub

Inhaled the fumes of uptight pretentious bastardization

And let the water beat me in the face

Steam pruned my fingertips

Before the Parker pen in his breast pocket

Leaked out across a chest with arms of 100% cotton

Half asleep I watched it bleed

Wicking at fibers hungrily with capillary action

I’d been hollowed.