Folding Girl

Stubbornly she sat
the girl with the folding skin
all grounded and unnatural
with an unusual hew
in her special grin.

I thought of her last Thursday,
wondering if she washed in the folds
and was it hard to iron her clothes.

Green and blue shines
the cat drums his flies
and I, all over the wine
sit uncaring looking
at the timber declining
where I’d love to lie.

All you need folding girl
is confidence to be,
and like the pigeons you’ll believe.

Then the pigeon begins to grind its feet
against the shop window
as it needs to watch a video.

So I told him you’ll love that,
and he said I love you
instead of its your fault,
and the I do I do I do I dos
are all yours folding girl.

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