Owning a Glorious Moon
They would never have thought that she’d move away from Manhattan in a pre-owned red pickup truck, adopt a full grown mutt from a shelter, or cut up all of her credit cards just a week after they were sipping Cosmopolitans at Maxim’s.
KiKi’s clique were all trust fund babies whose family trees could be found in the Social Register. And she was expected to marry into a family whose tree was older than hers. All the training. From a young age she
Owning a Glorious Moon
They would never have thought that she’d move away from Manhattan in a pre-owned red pickup truck, adopt a full grown mutt from a shelter, or cut up all of her credit cards just a week after they were sipping Cosmopolitans at Maxim’s.
KiKi’s clique were all trust fund babies whose family trees could be found in the Social Register. And she was expected to marry into a family whose tree was older than hers. All the training. From a young age
Sip your Sherry, you Dear Lady
Do not lend your lace-gloved hand to the gardener
yellowed from the times when
bespectacled boys bratted around you
thrusting corsages, shy fisted,
ceremoniously like daddy did
and did until he found
the right woman
who found the right nanny,
beady eyed with aquiline nose.
Malodorous Evening of Paris
little blue bottles, plastic gold rimmed
lined neatly in a row on your bureau
Yaritza,
Lead me to the dancers
at the jamboree
whose bodies twist
and tremble.
Sizzling sweat, holy,
hot droplets on shoulders
burying the slap of the day,
Where jump-about musicians
coil, and music curls smoke
from wailing brass.
Brazilian songs a-thumping
from Senorita Monte's ruby heart
Eu Te Amo! Eu Te Amo!
Yaritza,
Cup me in your thick dark arms
and