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Her Coat


This morning she slings her leather
gloved hands into my pockets

she keeps red lipstick in her purse
hand-washes her bras and panties

lunches at The Whistling Kettle
plays Mahjong in the afternoon
has a bomb shelter

my mink, collar—ample a little bit costly
she struggles her arms into my sleeves
buttons me to the top

she slings my nemesis the jacket
into the back seat
“Where are we going?” I needle her

“To the dry cleaner my vixen— it’s time”

Her Coat 1

 

 

this morning she slings her leather

gloved hands into my pockets

 

she keeps red lipstick in her purse

hand-washes her bras and panties

 

lunches at The Whistling Kettle

plays Mahjong in the afternoon

has a bomb shelter

 

my mink collar—ample a little bit costly

she struggles her arms into my sleeves

buttons me to the top

 

she slings my nemesis the jacket

into the back seat

“Where are we going?” I needle her

 

“To the dry cleaner my vixen—

it’s time”