by Patrick Forgette
In the morning, I put on a T-shirt.
It’s not as easy as it sounds.
My head is too big for the collar,
and my arms run aground in the sleeves.
I am aware of no charges against me
so it must be for the common good
that each dawn I am given
the brief sensation
of what it’s like to be clapped
in the stocks.
Poems by Patrick Forgette appear in Crab Creek Review, DIAGRAM, Floating Bridge Review, Poetry on Buses, and Word Riot.