Wanting to Be Anticipated

A coat laid open,
its secret geography exposed.

Sleeves half an inch past your wrists,
because your hands have always wanted
a little shelter.

One cuff lower,
the tilt your hand prefers.

The pocket begins
where your fingers naturally disappear.

Someone knew your dimensions
beyond anything a measuring tape could learn.

This is anticipation at human scale.

Preference has entered the tailoring.

An extra bit of fabric
knows why it’s there.

The deliberate extension,
devoted to the habits of your hands.

The sleeve remembers something
you never thought deserved remembering.

Even the lining knows where to meet you.

Being known at the level
of your smallest inclinations
feels indecently intimate.

Your specificity was there in the first cut.

The final stitching came later,
with your habits already in the pattern.

The design made room
for the unconventional mathematics of you.

Fabric claims more longitude
for the simple reason
that you like it there.

Recognition lives in ordinary measurements.

Anticipation is intimacy
with advance knowledge.

The exposure comes from finding yourself
inside a choice you never had to request,
your comfort treated as foreknowledge
rather than info waiting to be supplied.

Consideration with a future tense.
Familiarity granted predictive powers.

A coat cut this knowingly
makes desire enigmatically tangible:
to matter enough in someone’s thinking
that consideration occurs before asking.

The garment offers a physical answer
to an achingly concealed question . . .

Do you know me well enough
to think of what I’ll need?

Want, conjugated forward—

Expect me.

— Autistic Ang

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