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Eleanor Rigby Goes to Bed

Each evening she finishes her meal

with a small cube of cheese on a stale piece of bread.

Dry is better for digestion, protects against wind.

Calcium is good for the bones.

In winter she moves the chair closer to the electric fire,

which she leaves on for just three hours a day.

She does not hold with showers, a bath every four days suffices,

sluicing down all water marks with a damp cloth.

She brushes her teeth with an eggtimer

and flosses every chink, quietly, mercilessly.

Then, before she lays down her head on the starched pillow,

she carefully pouts her lips

and frames them with the scarlet luxurious ooze

of Chanel’s True Red.

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3 thoughts on “Eleanor Rigby Goes to Bed

  1. Jeannie on said:

    oh how you’ve caught her frugality so vividly…and her one luxury. I just love this! Good work. :)

  2. There’s an indulgence I understand. Some people like whisky but I say nothing like a lipstick to make the world a brighter place.

  3. Love this! Brilliant.

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