‘I Left My Gloves at the Analyst’s’ by Nancy Weber The Society June 30, 2014 Humor, Poetry 4 Comments I left my gloves at the analyst’s He called to say he’d found them Black, he said, lined with cotton Green, I said, lined with satin He saw them right, confound him Not the leather, a fine dark green But the lining—just cotton Ordinary winter stuff Dull patina, flannel-rough No wonder I’d forgotten But warm and lasting, he may say More likely, he won’t say it Or if by any chance he kissed Favored gloves I scarcely missed When they were in his closet Confound the man? Oh, not a prayer He has seen the gloves I wear I’ll never stand him on his head Or turn the couch into a bed Green for black may be misread But cotton’s cotton from his chair Nancy Weber is the author of 20-some books, including the 1970s memoir The Life Swap, about her attempt to become another woman while that woman was (supposedly) trying to become her. Featured Image: “Woman in a Boat” by James Tissot (1836-1902). NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 4 Responses Anita Keal Wolkowitz July 1, 2014 Dearest Nancy: Your poem is wonderful. Witty, painful, true you were and still are a remarkable human WOMAN. Love, anita. PS Morty loved it, too! In the words of Morty: ” It’;s beautiful, but perchance, is this a shrunken version?” Reply Lucy July 2, 2014 This is an utterly brilliant poem and I love everything about it. Funny and poignant at the same time, this poem is beautifully edited and although it provides a great deal to ponder, it is as succinct as it is superb. I love it. Bravo! Reply Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg Reply Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg [email protected] Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Anita Keal Wolkowitz July 1, 2014 Dearest Nancy: Your poem is wonderful. Witty, painful, true you were and still are a remarkable human WOMAN. Love, anita. PS Morty loved it, too! In the words of Morty: ” It’;s beautiful, but perchance, is this a shrunken version?” Reply
Lucy July 2, 2014 This is an utterly brilliant poem and I love everything about it. Funny and poignant at the same time, this poem is beautifully edited and although it provides a great deal to ponder, it is as succinct as it is superb. I love it. Bravo! Reply
Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg Reply
Firestone Feinberg July 3, 2014 This is fantastic. I would love to publish it in my eZine. URL above. Best, Firestone Feinberg [email protected] Reply
