Monday, 9 February 2015

Stuffed Shirt

My new wife laid my freshly ironed shirt on the newly made bed. She had folded the sleeves to lie on the shirt's body, cuff resting on cuff, rather than stretched out to the sides.

Like a supplicant

Like a meditative

Like a straitjacket

Like a burial shroud

Like a police chalk outline that had been filled in

I bought drip-dry shirts from then on in...

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