Polyester Never Wrinkles

Sometimes I see you

straight as you ever were,

teased and sprayed Seventies high. 

King James in one arm,

purse padlocked to the other. 

You say my birth name in a voice

this side of reluctance; 

ask if I remember to pray,

keeping in mind I might die

before I wake. 

Disappointment plowed

a furrow in your Midwest brow

that ran between us like a dry iron.

I was a run in your Sunday hose,

but polyester never wrinkles.

tk/April 2015



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Zebra

We wear a zebra suit.

Taunt cats at the zoo.

You are the head.  Tell the joke

about black and white and red. 

(Embarrassed)  I shake our tail.

Rattle the cage with our hind legs.

They pace.  Look at us.

A sandwich.  Chain gang of two. 

Bow their heads.  (Say grace)

by his stripes we are healed.

Warning sign.  Loose letters.

Beyond this:  the point of no return.

(Without our glasses) squinting

gets us nowhere.  And everywhere.

We wear a zebra suit.
Share some striped pajamas.

tk/August 2014 

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