When in the tarnished realm of things undone,
Today’s disgraced amidst their silent world,
Transcribed to nameless neighbor’s wives pre- pearled
And dolled when laundry calls, (the whites are done).
The drapes are locked halfway as if they’d run
Outdoors to choose the men above the girls.
When I prepare my drink with sliced lime curled
Around the ice to ease the tabooed ton
Of common thought above my listless fears,
I prance barefoot through doorways and through rooms.
My laughter leaking loose between its tears,
I mock the thought of others’ lectured leers
Who think me one oppressed who sleeps ‘til noon
And playing in my rooms' distending years.