She comes home, takes off her sober
suit and blouse, undoes her plait so her
auburn hair falls down her back.
She makes a cup of tea and looks
through the clothes in her wardrobe
ignoring the business like outfits
Black velvet and lace, satin and frills
floor sweeping skirts and flowing sleeves
embroidered Chinese cheongsams
She drinks her tea and chooses a dress
puts on stockings and make up
glitter and perfume, a flower in her hair
Off with her partner to go out clubbing
all her old colleagues would say
how she's changed.
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