Trust
My son's boxers
size 10 - 12
flimsy cotton
in a light blue plaid,
the mark of ghetto wear
rising above low slung jeans
a mere slip of fabric
between tender genitals
and rough denim threads
the world at large.
The faith we have in
clothing to protect,
project and pretend.
I bore this child
and now he flies
in his own world,
of rock n roll
and skateboards
on his long, paddle feet.
Yet night comes
and still he fingers
his old lambskin
before sleep.
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