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 collarample 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
its time