Who is she?

With an elongate rather wet smile, she just likes to look! But she's a lady

who creeps through the clouds,in her strapless and shawl

and brooks no lies

And to judge by skin tone and way she hates to face us, her oily palms up in prayer

she's sometimes a St. Therese The cheeks bulge with jack cheese when she says nothing

& parsley sticks to her teeth

Shorelines grow eerie down the length of the beach

when she is near And stretched over the sands, she likes to follow in tides

with her big seedy eye & fuss around rocks and thistles til she's lost in a fog

She blows out the stars, too

If she only had 'em, she'd probably stand with legs apart,

looking imperious and cute, like a wife with wavy hair tied up in a shiny grey bun

Who is she?

(2017)