Joe wears pajamas out of context,
That is, not in bed,
Not while sleeping.
He likes when comfort overrides function.
Slipping one hand
Into a pocket,
He discovers that it’s sewn shut,
Is just a slash
With a flap.
In bed, he wears a flannel robe.
No buttons to do up,
No zipper or snaps.
With the cloth belt snug but not tight,
Joe thinks of it
As his cocoon.