PAD Chapbook Day 12

If I squint sometimes it looks like Margaret Thatcher's shadow
Escaped from her like Peter Pan's escaped from him
But it decided to hide out on the edge of my shirt
And unfortunately the heat from the dryer melded it to t-shirt fibers

There were other shirts and several pairs of black pants
Tattooed with smears from an ink pen left by my son
along with nails, pencils, cast iron toy cars with rubber wheels
I kept everything that was black, and, of course, I kept Meg
But I tossed out the teal blue hoodie with blobs and strings
of ink hideously unfashionably dribbled everywhere.

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