I sigh,
looking at the
woman who stares
back at me --
still gawky and out
of place.
I'm used to being
in faded,
torn jeans
and a tight tee,
spinning sticks in bars
and basements.
not sticking out like
a sore thumb
in a clingy,
sparkly, mess of a dress.
I shrug and head
back out to the
Creative Juices Cocktail Party.
at least there was
an open bar
and cute hor d'oeuvres.
as I round a corner
by a wire statue I crash
into something
like cymbals.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
PoetryYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
