A story slides from her crazy lips,
her crooked glasses twinkling
polyester pants pilled, all wrong.
And we lap it up.
We all want to be her, when she walks
her funky walk down the street, at least
that’s what you’d think seeing
the way we egg each other on
until one of us gets brave enough to pull up
and do a perfect mock-up from behind,
a caricature, too short and far too skinny
knock-knees over tall socks,
parody of a parody
but we all laugh anyway, raucous
‘til she shoots a look back-a-way.
Stand perfectly straight, face expressionless
wooden, suppressing giggles, wait…
for her to look away again
and move on down the street
walking her funky walk
but we all want those crooked stories
to slide from her crazy lips,
glasses twinkling, polyester pants pilled
May 9, 2009