Wednesday 10 March 2010

a new poem

I am ready to be hung up

He ironed me out
he got into all of my creases
and straightened me out
he adjusted my folds and
ironed me out
he spent more time around the breasts
went from back to front
and followed the contours of my seems from my toes to my waist
one particular area that he continuously pressed was
just below my waist
he pressed it for quite a while then at one point removed his heat
and then came back much harder
just when I thought he couldnt get me any more smooth
he withdrew and
sprayed his starch
then put me to rest on a hanger.

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