the woman next
door comes home
in leather clothing.
thigh high boots.
a black vest.
studded long gloves.
sometimes
she looks tired
from whatever she is
doing in that leather
clothing.
she's wearing
a wig, and make up.
occasionally
she has a small
bag in her hand
with what looks like
a whip or a riding
crop
in the other.
sometimes she'll
wave to you with
said whip, if she sees
you in the window.
she keeps crazy hours,
but she's a good
neighbor.
hardly ever a peep
out of her.
the peeping, you
sort of understand,
is done elsewhere.
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