Zoot Suit

My woman was double-breasted.
She stood in the snow and smoked.
There was a car approaching in the distance.
I cannot recall much by way of details.
She was pleated and narrow at the waist.
I need help, I said. There’s this button.
I was at the Washateria.
It was in the Highland Targe,
I was clicking on a blind link,
Fighting at an auction of a nude.
I must remember to yell Timber occasionally.
You’re leaving fingerprints on my arm.
The whole thing is followed by death.
I do not own anything.
I do not pocket any profit, any wisdom either.
I think the tails suit you.
Morning dress, I say.
Meet me in the alley with shoulders padded
Like a lunatic’s cell.
Meet me with you cuffs and question me
Until I admit I know nothing at all.