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Lady Linen

  • Aug 9, 2021
  • 1 min read

BRUNA GOMES | CREATIVES



When I got the fitted sheet

to slip around the mattress corners

creaseless and smooth was the first time

I felt like a woman.


I fed the pillow into its sleeve like

my brain wrapped in floral linen

and thought about the hundreds of times

I’d seen my mother make my bed

perfectly, just had to lie in it /

die in it /

mattress / sheet / doona

holy trinity that a woman

ought to swear by.


I’m not saying my road

is the domestic one, I’m saying

I wish I didn’t feel so accomplished

with a bedsheet.


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