Poem-"An Evening Spent Praising Global Warming"
"An Evening Spent Praising Global Warming
We were barely twenty minutes late,
I blame the pretty young thing with a long braid down her back who ignored us so we'd take up space at the bar for a while longer--
I didn't mind, locking eyes with a youngish grey haired stranger
My companion for the night got the jitters, the cat ate his tongue
so we smoked a celebratory cigarette--
"We're qutting", pulling out another pack
Outside, standing next to the old firehouse pole
Bellatrix embraced me --a physical gift after I complimented her tribute to ABBA
and she said "Wait until you see the next one", her scent of foundation and hairspray stained my cheek
On stage, Lucille Ball got drunk on cold medicine, she offered us some,
I blushed and pretended to take a generous swig. "