Her claim to fame
Is marrying well.
Flowers climb across the skylight,
Hug the tables,
Encircle girls and mothers,
Nearly topple the dessert – stop.
Sunk into sticky frosting.
Forks poke and scrape the plates,
Glasses kiss, sloshing wine,
Chiffon and cotton swirl
Across clay tile.
Cameras buzz, click, flash,
Grabbing moments with voracious eyes.
Her slow gape records
Friends (acquaintances and targets),
Offenses real and
Imagined.
She’ll relate all to her public, fingers flying.
Mouths lay dumb to eyelids -
Old and new lovers
Share operas, sweat.
Flowers caress lapels,
Tickle chins and wrists.
Upon her weighty axis,
The dame slouches, noted and ignored.
She’ll relate all to her public, fingers flying.
*** pay attention to who is being described in lines 1 & 2
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