In case I meet you
on the road
I will don
my sharpest clothes
shine my boots
gird up my guts
soften my hands
confine my hair
practise my words
arrange my face
squeegee my eyes
check my teeth
in the cracked mirror
I will don
my sharpest clothes
in case I meet you on
the road
however unlikely that
may be
(First published in Uneven Floor)