(photo by Suzanne Gerber)

A hole in black tights
square on the back
of white knee

I didn’t know it was there
till, luckily, someone told me

I’d rather know
than go the whole day with
a big hole on the knee
like a mark of my
peasantry

it’s like when you were
in high school
wearing white pants
and nobody told you
all day
about the crimson stain

bitches

well, enough of that

I embrace the flawed nature
and splendor
of my suburban hobo-ness

I call it
urban peasant chic