Poetry

Guest Pantry

by Colin James

She is ghost like

sees through me

adds up my assets

commends me not.

Wears a gown of ridicule

sleeves like dependents trail

behind then the rest.

Love is a reenactment.

A guy and a guy.

A girl and a girl.

Don't believe what you heard.

I'm disappointed too.

I would much rather have

a cute little simile

laboriously upbeat.

The stairs creak like desire.

You best take off some clothes

and lean a little.

Illustration: Michelle Weidman