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 bond with underwear
(never mind the hygiene),
quiet jackets embrace leggings,
damp towels whisper
nothings to halters.

But the purple curtain, only she
knows of a too-short skirt
an unknown green turtleneck.


2 responses to “Costumes

  1. This is Awesome! 😀


  2. How did I miss this? (Just read it today!)

    Too good.

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