Little Blue Number Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Little Blue Number

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You choose clothes.

Dash in & out of the changing room.

Becoming a new you
with each quick change.

“Do you like this...? ”
“Do you like me in this...? ”

So many becomings
so many choosings

now you just call
me to the curtains

to get my yea
or nay.

You disappear
into silence, then:

an arm
emerges
like a talking snake.

“Psst...psst! ”
(a fierce whisper) .

“Hand me that...no...that...
little blue thing.”

I do as I am told.

And am brutally pulled in

...the curtains swished closed.

Naked as
sin
you hiss:

“Come quick...make love to me
...now! ”

I do as I am told.

We both try not to
cry out too loud too much.

The curtain trembles.

Later, the till rings
its sale up.

Breathless, you search
for the correct change.

I, red-faced, stand idly by
trying to appear nonchalant.

You buy the little blue number
(even though it doesn’t fit you)

“I just want it
to remember you by! ”

The assistant
saying nothing

Smiles.

Smirks.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 11 May 2007

Smirking and smiling, I remain, with my face....Scarlett

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Ananda Alves 06 May 2007

that's utterly lovely. i would smile too. may inspiration always be with you, ~ ann ~

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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