|Mother and step-dad
out, she's up again
In their room, touching the soft counterpane,
Then opening cupboards, letting herself explore
Mum's liquid-silky nightgowns, and the drawer
Of stepdad's neat and mannish underwear.
And under that, his store of magazines,
Of lipsticked naked women, svelte as queens.
In just one nimble moment, she's stripped bare.
Facing the mirror, with a pouting look,
She tries out every posture in the book.