by

Pete Lee

 

this poem's got a great ass...

a veritable pillow of yellow hair...

legs that reach all the way

to the floor...incongruously

pendulous breasts on that

sleek torso...those bee-

stung lips...twice-in-a-blue-

moon eyes...this poem's in

fashion no matter what

it's wearing, if

anything...ah,

but this is not

your poem.