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About This Poem
Unbuttoned
Tiny glimpse of light
From the corner of my eye.
Shiny shell-pink on ivory silk
Glinting against the grey carpet.
My favourite blouse
Unbuttoned, wrinkled,
In a pile on the floor.
Last night fills the room like smoke.
I climb out of bed on shaky legs,
Stepping over dirty clothes.
The board creaks in protest,
Fighting the unfolding
Like my heaving chest.
With trembling hands, I smooth the silk,
Ironing out the wrinkles,
Careful not to let the buttons snag.
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