He dislikes tight, white collared shirts.
Dreaming of Thai tees,
of cotton cooling wild ETSI heat,
he fumbles at his throat ~ tie haste.
He hates tie, while I hate ties.
I make plans to pay a sea tithe
in pennies of pain.
then eat heist, choking,
swallowing salt water.
Maybe he cries,
wallowing in self-pity.
Written for The Daily post #Hesitate
©Jane Paterson Basil