One of my poems was on the longlist for a poetry prize—hooray!—but alas, it was not on the shortlist—siiiiiiigh. Therefore, in the spirit of sticking with it, I present to you a curious, clinical little sevenling I wrote a few months ago. ♥
“On Vanity”
for Aubrey
The artifice of courtship
has almost no effect on
the kernel of attraction
that settles in the gut and
grows. It’s no mystery those
imperatives ensure the
dance lilts with the chemical.