My new pajamas
from Christmas
are missing
their bottom half.
They’re away on an important
outing.

My first ever
of this type of sleepwear,
a set in faux satin, fuchsia
in full-length.

But there was that one flaw,
a little too much length
in the pants portion of the gift,
so I soon ended up
standing out in public view
on the little stool
in a crowded Stitch Service Store,
for my one brief moment
as a lingerie model (however reluctant)
while a seamstress releasing pins one-by-one
from her mouth
marked the new hem
to my desires.

As I performed the turns and stances
my daughter waited, with a knowing smile
since I'd confessed to her
I found it somewhat compromising
to be out in bedroom attire
in full view of passing mall shoppers
and fellow stitch-seekers.

Here now at home
the chemise half
on the hanger in my closet
awaits its mate
through this separation period.
The requisite couple of days have passed
but we haven’t had a moment for the pick-up yet.
(Perhaps I’m procrastinating
in case I’m asked for a final fitting).

But some nights
I ignore the delay
and retrieve the top
for yoga and leisure
in my own bedroom
where I concede (confessing again)
I'm more happily inclined
to model such things
even when parts are missing.

01/13/2007

Posted on 01/13/2007
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