in purple, pink and apricot - beautiful new
tops, my twin had her fill of my looking
dull, decreed I’d try all in the shop; 25
tries later I have 7 beautiful accessories -
some sheer cotton: I usually wear black
hoping to disappear but since I am still
here its time to embrace my fate and try
to look presentable; doing it for twin sis
who wants me to be normal, not favour
a stray waif escaped from an orphanage,
and neither a member of the threatening
Taliban in long black coat nor a Muslim
in baggy black burka – I thought this to
be the only clothes for me since I found
that nothing appealed in the shops – but
it was before the advent of my peppery-
tongued Duchess making it her mission,
scolding mom for wearing wrong shoes
and prodding me; she blows through our
lives as a dangerous whirlwind, deposits
us on a new island of bliss…
[11 February 2014]
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