she started to stop ironing
she started to stop ironing
creases and wrinkles
pouts and interpretations
a phone number from Port Said
left in a pocket
Oh, how the gin fizzes stir
and music concurs
as veils drip like honey
Ah,
how the cover
stays low
so the currency flows
like foot traffic at
the dusty bazaar
“I’ll show you Egypt” has been her most memorable reply
but I doubt her intentions and so plan another solo excursion
hoping that
once I return
that crumpled, rumpled look
will be comfortably cool at work
— Zumwalt (1998)
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