Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Jazz Girl - For Belinda

Jazz Girl -  For Belinda

Flapper girl
Belinda belts
her dress
at the hips,
her hair in a turban,
her cigarette holder
poised between
her forefinger
and her third.
"Darling," she intones,
"coffee or tea?"
(Of course coffee
is the last thing
you'll find in the cup.)
As she dances
her arms swing up,
her legs open and close,
her eyes swirl around
 her mouth,
lipsticked bright bright red,
remains tight, cynical,
the pose of the year.

Jazz girl, they say.
She does not care
how many
She's had the ones
she wanted
with her eyes.

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