Sometimes you have to buy
purple curtains
to see how the rug matches
your daughter’s too-short skirt,
making them kin.
A stately, petticoated aunt
for the clothes of your house
to gather around and gossip -
whose sweat is on your silk,
where your trousers really went.
Counter wipes may bond with underwear
(never mind the hygiene),
quiet jackets could embrace leggings,
damp towels might write
love notes to halters.
But the purple curtain, only she
knows of a too-short skirt
kissing
an unknown green turtleneck.
2 responses so far ↓
buddy // Thursday, March 5, 2009 at 3:53 pm |
This is Awesome!
Danke!
aandthirtyeights // Sunday, March 15, 2009 at 3:52 pm |
How did I miss this? (Just read it today!)
Too good.