Battle Call

 
New cupboards stand
at the end of the bed.
Two matching soldiers
at my command. They
just now arrived
on a truck from Ikea.
 
Particle board, moveable
shelves, pale birch veneer.
I hunker down here in
my bunker boudoir,
preparing to spring
into action.
 
My handbags begin 

their mobilization. Stacks

of jeans and pairs of heels
form battalions. Black
and blue, red and brown,
chartreuse green--all
await my orders.
 
One breast gone,
the 
other rests
beside 
the chest
that's now a

holocaust 
inscribed
with scars. What a
warrioress
 I am,
oh yes.
 
So here's the plan:
handbags, dresses, pants
and shoes will guard 
against
the foes that plot
to raid my fortress. 
Mirror mirror
on the wall, who's
the fairest of them all?
That will be my battle call.