I see you and think
there should be a screen between us;
that I could pick you up in the stands
with a pack of gum
while a Senior Betty sits on her floral estate couch
watching you
in “her stories”
overacting a monologue of love
for a brunette with heavy lip liner
and a name better fit for a horse
like Fortuna.
Senior Betty holds both her breath
and a half eaten bag of pork loins
against her saggy breasts
and lets out a sigh that says
“maybe I settled too soon”
while I peruse your headlines from the checkout line.
Maybe you will make the seamless switch
from Business to People
at which point,
in my cocktail anecdotes,
I will confirm:
“I knew Double Tall Nonfat Cappuccino
back when he was Tall Nonfat No Whip Mocha,
and I assure you,
he’s just a Regular
guy.”
Honey and Salt 