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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.

Gentlemanly rage,
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.



11/21/2020

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
Copyright © 2020 Johanna May

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