Prefect’s Towel

Grab these cheat-sheets to 42 with or without a loved one, 

Smear on galaxial highways, a dense yellow sheen Of spinning yarns, of ripening, of having been, of not being done

Towels! Yes, towels! Beach-towels,

Bath-towels, hand-towels 

Kitchen-towels, face-towels

Sweet-scented paper towels, 

Lush collective pinnacles of human effects 

In faded ice-cream pastels, royal ivory or intrepid Madras checks, 

Raw bruised cottons, soft PVA viscose or Turkish luxury pecks, 

Towels to dry the boobs, towels to hide the tears

Towels to furl the sails, towels to fold the fears

Towels and more towels to wipe away bottomless years

Take twenty towels in white and two in pink

Count infinite galaxies as one in a soul-sink, 

Repeat, rinse, repeat and do not panic

(As posted to a Facebook poetry group Singpowrimo)