by pat a physics
Today she was swirling a mixture of cognac and twilight
her skin shone like a seal
she asked us undo-able favors in the darkened foyer
while her pets went ballistic.
Her eyes were a child-actors eyes, but closer set
and they danced while she spoke.
“Please give me the earth,
that juicy, juicy cocktail of nebulae over there,
they call the milkyway,
all that stuff.
We Texas girls are tough.”
Appropriated from an older poem by Courtney Bowers