The center of attention
is a precarious spot indeed;
add a dash of hypomania,
the zest of a neglected soccer mom,
a pinch of her husband’s undesired advances,
fuse together and cover
with facetiousness.
Flambé during a school
fundraising event, stand back
and watch the motherfucker burn.
Now We’re Cooking With Gas
I remember that story (unless, of course, you have more than one of the same type. It is beautifull compacted into this poem.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole fits quite a story into a small poem.
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you so much for the reblog.
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