Just One Pair
Your underpants are on the line though you have gone into a different state I've noticed this summer hasn't been too bad- Weather and mood wise The clouds are stopping the winter's mosses from drying out and the frequent rains are helping the butterflies, moths and grasshoppers breed like nothing I have seen since 1984 I have forgotten how the spikes of grass seed itch once embedded in socks and how the flies swarm before and after the warm rains but never during and your underpants are on the line just one pair immersed with and next to mine though I know they are yours they have a sad heaviness to them like your hand when wrapped in mine I only wear them when I have to as they are a little too big and they have your sad aura in their elastic which overcomes me when ever I wear them They are a great metaphor for you ageing, faded and unsupportive I think I would like to throw them out but I know I like using them on odd occasions Like I like phoning you late at night every
