I saw through the paper towels
You often wore to special occasions
The handkerchief of a top
Barely covered your heavenly
Essentials
I saw through the covered nakedness
Of your tempting resources
Standing here, sitting here,
Carelessly jumping over there
The bell
It must have rung
Just before you could finish
Or did the wardrobe get burnt
Perhaps forced out by a fire
Now you walk the streets naked
In the midst of imaginary sirens
For I see no approaching fire engines
Or plumes of rising smoke
Nor the acrid smell of burning matter
Just your justified insanity
And refusal to cover up
Your heavenly essentials!
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