You don't wear a tie
Because your neck looks good leashed in color
You don't wear a tie
To hear your friends remark how nicely you clean up
You don't wear a tie
To impress women
You don't wear a tie
To effect the choked civility that comes wrapped in ribbons
You don't wear a tie
For God, who made you naked and gave you a throat to breathe
You don't wear a tie
Because your father wore a tie everyday at breakfast and dinner
You wear a tie
Because your grandfather
Would have worn a tie
Because the three times in
The intersection of your lives
When it damn well mattered
You both put one on, and they were
Tight and sharp and perfect
Two weddings and a funeral
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