By Bonnie Lyons
Prepare your fortresses.
Our ancestors knew
not to let fingernail clippings
or hair fall
into the wrong hands.
And we know there must be
nothing as obvious
as cigarette ashes, book, or cushion
imperfectly placed.
No signs of untidy life
in house beautiful.
Now your armor:
First the concealed weapons.
Girdle and longline bra
and your girded loin to chest.
Next the crisp, coordinated outfit
with matching shoes and handbag.
Under your helmet of lacquered hair
put on your face.
Base, powder, lipstick, mascara
Now you're ready.
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