Fashion Math & Turkeys

Every
      wear
            sum
                  one
is adding a white shirt
to blue jeans, equaling out
the spread arms of the equation,
balanced and dressed in a self-portrait

of ascent, produced daily
for creature eyes that watch
from behind espresso machines
and photocopiers, as well as bearers
of slow and stop (orange-vested and solemn)

Hence
      fourth
            clock
                  whys
come ’round after three p.m.,
still unanswerable, as mentioned
by children under acorn-molting trees,
who travel the stairs of being
without maps
or surprise, sometimes pausing
wondering whether the creature
by the photocopier
will let them
copy
their hand held open to simulate a turkey,
which is not plagued by products
or polynomials, nor the bracketing of one’s body
in prefab limb-shaped formulas
dressing oneself in deference
to the distributive property
and dancing
the mean, or the median, whichever man-named
mathematics your family affirms
and dresses for.

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