I dreamed that Uncle Roger and I
were in Filene's basement in Boston.
Behind a dress rack, a woman
was trying on a pair of grey corduroy pants,
pulling them on up under her mini skirt.
Uncle Roger was with her,
his arms full of women's pajamas
with leopard and tiger skin patterns.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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