CAKE
LET THEM EAT CAKE
Rich ladies eat crumpets +chat up vacation porn
Throwing out names heard by forlorn Big Sur
Amagansett Manhattan at xmas Barbuda
Yesterday in Vogue the nuptials of Kate Upton +
Justin Verlander were chronicled She of the
pneumatic breasts He the Astro’s pitcher 28 million
per year
Standing on a precipice in Tuscany flowers flown in
that morning from Barbuda By the boatload So many
monied coincidences The ladies have the vacant look of
easybreezy manmade dolls Speaking of french fries at various
ports of call
It is hard to care whether the afternoon train runs out of track
And deposits them on a barren plain where coyotes sneer +yip
Heartless? Yes (the Verlanders too) See this now empty room
A couple sit down facing me +order xmas nibbles wordlessly We
are so close I can smell their sinusitis
It is as though I am a magnet in my black layers lace at the knees
Hecate about me Yet they do not flee As I wrap my scarf to leave
the end flicks their bowl of rarebits Whereupon the silver haired man
who looks like Leary gets down on his knees collecting mashed olives
+cheese
I place my heel at the base of his spine + I climb He is a stair And I
glare especially at people like these +those at the beach They sit up
against your thigh +pick sand out of their cracks Lemmings! Lemmings!
Back slowly away from me Grow an imagination +a pair but do not tarry
here You dance contest winners You who feed Hummingbirds though the
feeders are deathtraps You with your heart conditions +your smallhappy
Flee! Flee!
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songanddancegirl 