#poetry – my mother stole my underwear –

My mother stole my underwear
not underwear, jacket
my best jacket
It had been my best jacket for 17 years
I did everything in it
I ate in it, made love in it, slept in it
One day it was gone
I looked everywhere for it –
the slums of Delhi, the mountain tops
and within the very heart of evil
Years later, she told me
she’d hidden it in the loft
She did the same with my friends
didn’t want me to have friends
She’s in the freezer now

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