All You Need is Uggs.

This wind and my resume and the way
you look at me on Nicollet mall
and in your mirror

(my shirt is still on)

are pins
on ties
on shirts
on chests.

This button?
Unbutton!!button.button.

You are argyle
and I am plaid
and together we are adventurous
like high fashion magazines

and those boys in the cafe
pressing fingers on knees
pressing eyes into eyes
and thighs into thighs.

Those boys were youandi
who just happen to match
without planning.

like salesmen and workers at Williams-Sonoma.