The Last Piece of Underwear
Last night, Mommy said--
all bedecked in cotton--
"We have no more money
"We have no more of those little
trains on those little bloomers for you."
Me, always so proud of my underoos,
My supermans, my spidermans.
No more underwear???
No more. . .
So I tore off that last pair of Hanes I had left.
It was only white, not even colored.
Then danced naked,
little pecker waving in the breeze.
In Memory of Amir Lopatin