Image by Glenn Buttkus
My Enemy
My enemy golfs too much.
My enemy over-kisses her dog.
My enemy wears strange hats
and flounces around the streets
screaming sour nothings.
My enemy buys diamonds.
My enemy eats fried chicken.
My enemy drives a red Ford.
My enemy kneels to lay flowers
on his dead brother’s grave.
My enemy calls me to peace.
Jannie Funster
Posted over on her site Jannie Funster
No comments:
Post a Comment