My poetry is a work shirt
my favorite poems are oil stained
weathered but sturdy seams
gritty, hard, blue-collar truth

My favorite poems are stained with rust
what poetry is woven into its work
a blue-collar honesty
it is strong fabric

My poetry is woven together in its thread
the haunted remains of a meal
in a world of sharp rocks
my poetry is tough fabric

The ghost of breaking bread in a stain
weathered but sturdy seams
with its strong denim
my poetry is a favorite work shirt