I’m afraid this Sunday’s offering has a side order subtext of veiled bitchiness on my part. Sorry! I swear this woman hasn’t even smiled at me once since… I wish I could say I was okay with that, but pretty much like Gloria Pritchett:“I currrse my tohngue!”
Scroll down past the picture if you just want the poem for this week.
Also, this seems like farewell for now. All indications are that Ramadan begins on Monday 6th of June 2016. I will be scheduling Poetry Sundays only. This is only because I have entries in the bank to do so. I won’t actually be messaging/interacting until after the Eid festival.
I should be back middle of the first week of July or so, but time to get back to spiritual basics and put God first. Will definitely back for The Escritorium‘s very first birthday.
Aww. Shooow cute! My wordy bubba.
~ P ~
A woman I’ve known only briefly
Stopped in the bathroom to tell me
“I don’t know
If you know,
We do Casual Fridays.”
She was nice and harmless
In a hoodie and jeans
(Which to be fair
She should have left
In her teens.)
In my printed chiffon maxi dress
That looked like a reproduction of
An ornate wall in Versailles Palace
But in black, gold, cobalt and rust
This is just
As casual as I go.”
My idea of casual is a blazer.
Which is why it’s kind of nice
To be in Business dress all week;
Bar Friday obviously,
Which seems to hover
Like a threat that’s
I made the mistake of adding
(Suspecting I sounded like a jerk)
“It’s just the way I am,
Unless I’m working out or running
I’d never wear a hoodie to work.”
She said “Oh. Okay.”
So then I lied consolingly,
“Give it a week, maybe.”
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 06/05/2016.)