Out You Come
I could write a poem about your face
and when you read it it
will be like looking into a mirror
for the first time
I'm not sure what happens next
Maybe you leave your husband
turn out all your guilt pockets as you go
call back to him matter of factly
that it was your hot-flushes
that finally burnt the house down
Your shoulders square off
and you grow six feet across the chest
You might shave your head
or become a priest
waggling your mighty finger
at the devil in all of us
Or maybe you just find the furthermost point
and stand there
until the first wind
splits open your seams
and out you come
first one wing
then the other
University information
CRICOS Code: 00126G
