v-neck t-shirt sonnet

I love a white v-neck t-shirt
on you: two cotton strips racing
to a point they both arrived at: there
vigor barely contained, flaming hair,
collarless, fenced-in skin that shines.
Cool drop of hem, you, soft & lived-in,
are so unlike my father & to bed you go,
flushed with fur like dried grass, a rabbit’s
burrow or nest for a flightless bird, brooding.
Let me be that endangered specie,
huddled in the vessel of the inverted
triangle: gaped mouth of a great white
fish on the verge of striking, poised
to devour & feed on skin, & all.

–JOSEPH O. LEGASPI

“V-Neck T-Shirt Sonnet” was originally published in jubilat.

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