Lover of Fashion

by David Andrés Alíx

How obediently you turned to me when I called your name gently but firmly. Your steps did not falter as your course they did alter, on cue, so that I again could be face to face with you

I needed a reason, a ruse, an excuse for my summon, so I asked about a friend in common, I hadn’t seen for a while

And as you responded with your smile, which I allege is only for me, I was able to focus on the true cause of my entreaty

A green I had never seen, but which is now my favorite shade of green. I remember musing as you were yet speaking, how I would sacrifice my right index finger, to just once feel the texture of your drab green sweater