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