Tie Me

I noticed at the sun-up,
The unraveling silk strands
In my embroidered tie.

Fingers stuck to the thought.
Mind speculated in panic.
Eyes gaped.

Me lighted a match,
‘N hovered it gently,
Near the problem.

Tie whooped into flames.
‘N ash only remained.
Shitfully shit. My tie!

I blink off my reverie, ‘n glance
At the affectionable cloth, lounging
On its back, on my visitor couch.

Uhh! Still reassuringly there. Still sexy.

I’ll probably use a mosquito coil instead.