Vim & Vigor
She shuffles the dating matrix,
dealing deftly for Friday night;
the Cowboy deserves Saturday;
the new guy just took a late flight.
I watch her play with those quick hands,
quite bored, she looks up, mock despair;
just then, then phone buzzes, asking–
she tilts her head; no, not a pair.
Unlucky nights, there is crying,
facedown are old pictures of Him;
business cards pile up, discarded;
a door slams: caprice, whimsy, whim.
She turns up the King of Diamonds,
draws him to her suite though she vowed
not to choose unavailable;
she’ll say, “I hope we weren’t too loud.”
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Friday, January 2nd, 2009, 8:54 pm * Filed in Poetry. * Tags: dorothy, kristen, kthread, parker, poem, Poetry, taylor, vigor, vim. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.