Close the door,
Netanya said,
keep other ears
from hearing,
and don't stand there
with a face like death.
I closed the door
with a gentle click
and stood behind her
at the dressing table.
What is it?
Who was she
who gave you
a lift home from work?
Just a girl
from soft furnishings.
She began
to apply lipstick
gazing at me
in the mirror.
Why you?
Why me what?
Why did she
give you a lift?
I sat on the bed behind
and watched her.
She said she was
going my way.
How does she
know your way?
She put down
her lipstick
and began to pluck
her brows.
Must have seen me
I guess.
What do you
do with her
in soft furnishings?
I watched her pluck
and saw how curved
her body was.
Nothing except walk
through it now and then.
Bet she has you
try out those beds.
She glanced at me
behind her on the bed.
Of course not
she's too busy for that.
She finished plucking.
Brush my hair for me.
I stood up
and she handed me
the brush and I began.
Bet she fancies you.
Her hair was brown
and fine.
She's pregnant.
She frowns.
Yours, is it?
I steady her head
and brush.
No if course not.
Bet you had her
after work.
She gazed at me
in the mirror
as I brushed.
Downstairs
the TV blared.
You know I wouldn't.
Do I?
I finished brushing
and handed her
the brush.
She said no more.
Just her look
and deadly hush.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
Close the door,
Netanya said,
keep other ears
from hearing,
and don't stand there
with a face like death.
I closed the door
with a gentle click
and stood behind her
at the dressing table.
What is it?
Who was she
who gave you
a lift home from work?
Just a girl
from soft furnishings.
She began
to apply lipstick
gazing at me
in the mirror.
Why you?
Why me what?
Why did she
give you a lift?
I sat on the bed behind
and watched her.
She said she was
going my way.
How does she
know your way?
She put down
her lipstick
and began to pluck
her brows.
Must have seen me
I guess.
What do you
do with her
in soft furnishings?
I watched her pluck
and saw how curved
her body was.
Nothing except walk
through it now and then.
Bet she has you
try out those beds.
She glanced at me
behind her on the bed.
Of course not
she's too busy for that.
She finished plucking.
Brush my hair for me.
I stood up
and she handed me
the brush and I began.
Bet she fancies you.
Her hair was brown
and fine.
She's pregnant.
She frowns.
Yours, is it?
I steady her head
and brush.
No if course not.
Bet you had her
after work.
She gazed at me
in the mirror
as I brushed.
Downstairs
the TV blared.
You know I wouldn't.
Do I?
I finished brushing
and handed her
the brush.
She said no more.
Just her look
and deadly hush.
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