sitting motionless on the green couch in my parents’ house
watching Allen Ginsberg talk about cocks
That everyone owns a suit.
My parents own suits.
My boss owns suit.
My teachers, idols, and teachers’ idols own suits.
Allen Ginsberg and his cock owned a suit.
Poor people in the 50s owned suits.
And you can bet your ass rich people own suits.
Everyone owns a suit.
But I don’t. I want one. But I can’t own one.
Not even an indiscriminate rag from the Salvation Army that might have been owned and worn by someone’s grandfather who went to the Elk’s lodge for Bingo every Monday at 6:30 hoping to score until he croaked, whose pockets are worn down by the constant reentry of cigarettes and pocket change, marked down to half price with the pink tag on the shoulder. Who can afford it?
My question is this: if everyone owns a suit, and I don’t, am I not everyone?