Travelling Like Eggs
By Kathleen Kenny


Travelling Like Eggs

This time I made sure,
bought men's jeans
from the Army and Navy store
on Percy Street, the only place in town
a girl can buy a pair of denim trousers
with a front fastening zip.
At last I can travel like a man
in my new blue second skin.
But there are only two minutes
to make the train,
the lifts are down,
the escalator's out,
these fifty stairs are licked with grease
and futility has its suitcase packed with bricks.



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