By Christina Friedrichsen
(For anyone who has fallen under the spell of someone or something)
You are the looking glass
at the bottom of my fourth martini;
The mirror, mirror
that blurs the edges
that Photoshops
that Ph D’s
that Obamifies the Boring Parts.
That crosses out the oopses
that Pimps the Prose;
You are the poetry
at the bottom of my fourth martini
that sounds
much better
than it is.
Words Still Warm 