My
Chanel
lipstick
seems
to have
crumbled
and
I don't
seem
to
care
His
pink
boxers
no
longer
irk me
we
share
a bed
like
brother
and
sister
and
everywhere
we
go
there
seems to
be
an
invisible
line
between
us
even if we appear to be going nowhere at all.
Ballerina With Fins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/middle-aged-couple/
