Arranged by an extremely ex-friend
this blind date, how I wish I were blind!
“He loves me…”
Dress:
Stinging citrus
day-glo splatters
of blobs and globs
hurled in hatred.
“he loves me not…”
Nose:
Chewed and mangled
soccer field sod
bulbous and beaded,
a single hair sprout
begging a “plink.”
“he loves me…”
Hair:
Permed and puffed
dandelion dry
seed head
blowball.
“he loves me not…”
Hat:
A Tropical platter
of piled spilling fruits
and ostrich plumes.
Waving palm trees in
plastic splendor,
dripping and drooling
engulfing her head
in lion tamer finale’.
“he loves me…”
Harpy:
Girlishly
plucking petals,
she flutters mascara lashes
shadowed in shifting berries.
Silently I pray for this finish,
a phlegm rattle giggle of:
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