Glimmer Girl

Green sequin glimmer
Spiral flashing inner
Aura.
I dance with Dora

And shake my shoulders.
Manilla folders,
Files unfurling
Message hurling.

What are we saying
When prairie hands laying
Over bitter truth
And gin vermouth?

A toasty talent
And awkward balance,
But finely pointed
With oils anointed.

A solemn screaming,
Ribbon streaming,
Party platter.
Does it matter

While we’re dreaming?

I love your look.
It’s like a book of verses,
Prayers and curses.

While you shake the hall,
Those hallowed walls
Can’t help but drink you.
I’d never think to.

Just in awe
While jangling
My jaw

10/14/21