Some more (hopefully not awful) poetry

Suits

Mine;
Ruffled about my elbows,
Still creased to previous owner’s shoulders,
Mother-tailored, thread not quite matching,
Loose in the waist, old belt over draw
Ballooning out the legs.
Only $50 dollars at the thrift store.

Across the cold and dark table,
Theirs;
Slim, fitting, immaculate.
Made in Italy, Genoa, France, Singapore,
Anywhere but here.
Pressed and Dry-Cleaned.
They begin:
“So what are your qualifications?”

AJM