I Blame the Dutch (mpoetess) wrote,
I Blame the Dutch

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Poetry, then. Since that seems to be the Thing.

quicklikeabunny edit, because I realized I've posted t'other one before.


That One's Husband

He wears his necktie crooked, like his smile,
While she will not set foot outside the house
Without each hair in its pin-determined place,
Each crumb banished from lip and collar,
Each nylon stocking running smooth
From pointed shoes to firmly gartered tops.
But when they are alone in the darkened house
She will put on the Beiderbecke records
And shimmy like a dance-hall queen
Until the pins shake loose in a silver staccato hail
And her hair comes falling down onto her shoulders,
Just to make him smile.

C. 1998

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