A Versace Foulard at The Goodwill

I cling because without static electricity
I will fly off the world
I wear sleeves made out of insecurities
So I don’t choke the things that I love to death
I draw a line with my gloved hand across concrete
creating an endless cavern to keep you from me
because if I were good enough
if I were the one
I’d have stripped to a smirk thousands of moments ago
and been gone
simply floated on
if you’d lie and say I was wrong.