Ticket Stubs

nestoras argiris/Unsplash

Your starling head,
proud crest shed some time ago,
above the same white shirt pulled
over a banished Adam’s torso pounced
by Masaccio — shoulders sloping
to a schoolboy tuck,
black shoes scuffed.

I think how your waistline
must have fleshed out — the curved
armchair dip above the hips…