To the Poet Shooting Queen of Hearts
by Johanna May
Somebody did not love you enough.
A couple of looneys and a hopeful heart,
a bookmark and it’s a done deal.
Eyes rolled somewhere in my mind
skimming your subtle prejudices.
like a little cough veiling a cuss.
Wallace Stevens every odd page,
like a boy with a crush.
Reviews fib like google maps.
You end up lost and dusty,
A city or lost county
between offended and tickled.
Author's Note: "It is one of the defects of my character
that I cannot altogether dislike anyone that makes me laugh."
-William Somerset Maugham
Posted on 11/21/2020
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