Keeping Up Appearances

Here smiles the collapsible me,
Who waits, expectant, in oven glove chains,
Smelling like a bleached and Swiffered cell;
This oubliette, a place to forget
The self; my home
Where, not alone,
I lose myself so well.

Here stands a woman reborn,
Who opens the door with no make up on,
Because I had better shit to do today.
This messy flat, complete with cat,
Myself, my home
Where, when alone,
I know myself so well.

 

 

 

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