Are You Sure That’s a Dress and Not a 1960s Tablecloth?

A good hallway doesn’t give away the sound of footsteps

as they come ever closer

to your noxious chatter, whispers with heads bent

together, like a two-headed snake with a forked tongue,

and you might strike if you saw me standing there

but you prefer to strike when you think I’m not, a knife in the back,

maybe because it fits better there, unlike the dress,

the one that hangs in the closet because it’s the only place

it had to hang its heart.

And the heart and head get all mixed up,

convinced there’s no misunderstanding

of the venom that drips from your lips,

convinced you must be talking about someone

else’s dress.  It couldn’t be mine.

But it’s the only one there,

sandwiched between the much more stylish ones that would fit

a two-headed monster.


NaPoWriMo Day 21 – write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

Poetic Asides – write about an object.


4 comments on “Are You Sure That’s a Dress and Not a 1960s Tablecloth?

  1. jillys2016 says:

    I see so much in this that echoes the duplicity of the topic; there are 2s throughout – snake, forked tongue, sandwich, monster, hanging between… well-crafted!

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  2. Charley says:

    The words strike (pardon the unintended pun) quickly, and leave the kind of chill one experiences when faced with poisonous “friends” and, oh yeah, snakes. Very effective!

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