after melinda bufton
does melinda bufton think this much
about collared shirts?
probably not.
i imagine her at my new desk
wearing a striped dress, matching earrings –
she sends emails like culottes
very fashionably, regardless of climate.
i cross my legs maybe
hitch up my pants, it’s almost beautiful but only
before lunch.
aspirationally, pinafores feature heavily –
more immediately, a white blouse
worn with high-cut black denim
‘like the horses album cover meets
that clip of japan on top of the pops’
but the girl in myer doesn’t get it
and hands me a gingham shirt she assures me
is ‘fun’.
cool, i’m out.
Image: Magnus Franklin / flickr
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