Tag Archives: poetry by a stretch

Taller Ants

tent_blue

Her personality was like

a very old

(and improperly corked)

champagne,

a little carbon-dated,

and she wasn’t the happiest of campers, either.

way too: pinkie extended

pre·Tent·ious,

and glue·me,

I was nevertheless

stuck on her.

© Karen R.


%d bloggers like this: