Buttons

 

mama said button up when it's cold out
i roll up sleeves to the forearm like she
taught me mama do i look good i feel
good i like to tie and pop my collar
mama asks why do you always dress like papa
why don't you be what you are why do you
look like a blue-collar boy darling your
body curves like hot damn why button up
mama i can't help it button ups feel
right feel good collars feel nice feel right on
my skin i want the clothes to swallow me
mama it's methodical my fingers

they just want to tie my tie first button
then over then under then pull then
                                                                           breathe