All dressed up

How closely related is the fox stole to the boob-tube? Clearly the thread counts of these garments differ. Their cost too. One is summery, the other not. But there is something else, something you have ignored. They don’t sound the same. Boob tube. Boob tube. Boob tube. My mouth kisses the air, like a dumb goldfish. It rhymes, but not in that wholesome way that little Bo Peep and sheep do. No, boob-tube is blunt ended – a device one might say, its rhyming name a functional coincidence. The boob itself is a palindromatic misnomer. I suspect it has been wrapped up but secretly flaunted for this reason. Fox stole on the other hand is not acquainted with the boob. Fox stole sips martinis and rides in limousines. The reassuring x followed by the soft st brushes your cheek like the fur itself. It is a whispered word in winter and puffs out in the night air like pipe-smoke.

They are worlds apart.