TAFFETA

"Taffeta...taffeta...taffeta!"
said the rustle of her

skirt as if it were
an engine of clothing

taken her down the street
like it was engine engine No.9

the song itself
ran alongside her

in her mind
what Daddy sang

when he was out of his
with 9 pints of porter.

"Woooh...woooh...whooo!"
her clothes siad
"Taffetataffetataffeta!"

"Cuprammonium" now there's a word!
Is that a word?

"Bernberg."
Words without meaning...amen.

Her mind like
a first windfall

hitting the ground
with a good old thump.

"If an apple fall in an orchard
and know 1 ears her..."

her mind unravelling
her sense of self

a kitten stuck in
knitting

once being
a young apple

she taught her
shelf

soaking up all the
time and sunlight

that ever was
and now

and how
it felt

like a bird
pecking at her

thoughts a worm
eating into everything

the very being
like a shadow

of a mouse in a mouse
something only

one thought one
saw without seeing it.

"Taffetatafettataffeta!"
chooo chooo her

engine of clothing
as if from another

century of time
taking her

where
she knew not where

twistedwoventwistedwoven

"Taffetatafettataffeta!"
"Shoe..­.shoe...shoe.!"
"Taffetatafettataffeta!"
"Shoeshoeshoe.!"