life comes in many stages
we are more than what happened
some people stay home a lot nothing wrong with that & curtains drawn
had been home some time perhaps twenty six years when she persuaded me to go with the promise of a clean dress and ragged towel to hide in
the journey was fine in the bag with the elo wishing they were a wild west hero
unveiling was painful a challenge to follow such a handsome wholesome chap
before me
the comments came with nothing nasty yet my discomfort & embarassment rose as always
my body lagged sagged
my spirit broke
even so i may have inspired as i did those years ago
an old coat refigured with buttons and gatherings until i am become
to be
put on sale without the podium
teeth unchecked as i had none
sad
i thought it was abolished
she bought me
the child herself
yet no one owns no one
returned home
covered
curtains drawn
later i heard that karl lagerfeld had died
curtains drawn
no one owns no one