"Whine and Dine" chipped crystal glasses
Pepper but no salt
Coarse pleated skirts and creased nerves
Worn down to a damp silk
A keyless typewriter taps out the blank communication
Broadcast over a gutless radio's outer casing
Numbered faces of clocks
With no hands to move time
Sound loud alarm bells
While lungs sponge up menstrual nicotine
In an effort to sell
The unravelling of a woven craft.
(October 1984)
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