Coat - Hanger Spring Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

in Spring
on the rail
it's that love thing
the white plastics pale
a little
as they contemplate
the newcomer
smooth-shouldered
nicely curved at the throat
pedigree a blazer
not an anorak
or coat

at the far side of the room
the contents of the dressing-table drawers
long-term residents
know
that hanging around
with nothing on
can only lead to one thing
they've heard it all before
that sound
of wood and wire and plastic
entangling
behind the wardrobe door