Sorting through the chequered shirts.
By means of folding and failing
To keep anything of worth.
By five whole senses; smell, touch sight, sound and taste
perhaps? perhaps not.
The exhausted efforts.
How does she know who will be worth her while,
Who will lower their guard and raise her a smile?
By name? By height? Or by both?
So I might not try tonight as I don't know.
I don't know exactly
How she does choose her lovers.
Aaron Myers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-she-does-choose-her-lovers/
