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

 

 

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"