by Ross Leese
dressing in front of the mirror
and understanding fully
just how the women
of my
past
tired quickly of my fattening
greying
self
as the checked shirt flits
duty-bound over my
ageing
torso
thus
saving my embarrassed
and futile
grace
one more
time.
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Wonderful. That is all.
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