If I am the sum
If I am the sum of what clings to my clothes–
then I am indifferent but warm: cat’s fur.
and soft and falling apart: down-jacket feathers.
and sometimes I taste good: Cherry Garcia.
a little broken and bruised: blood.
not ever quite clean, but working hard: spring slush.
and sometimes so clean I degrade: bleach.
and fading, but beautiful: the smell of you.