Your arms into your blazer’s pockets
Your posture secures my worries.
Dissolving, they recede.
You are my man.
Your eyelids flicker briefly startled by what I truly don’t yet understand
Where did the shape of your body go?
The flaps hanging off you
Get rummaged by the unkempt boy whose fathers’ styles you ape
He wants to know your secret identity
That blazer is a cape.