Ode to G
She lives in a reality of 32 teeth implants
diamonds pendants
of constantly being 10 lbs too many
her conversation is a balloon ride
her past is a mirror of men in love with her
a glass of chardonnay
slipped into and sipped for the last 3/4 century
answering machines of women who hate her hang up on her
she doesnt believe in machines
the intranet is as distant as the moon
she cruises in minks to alaska
bids farewell to dublin
she sits in a shoe
her feet are the shape of barbie's
she is in competition with barbara walters
a raspy voice at certain times of the day
tennis has turned into paddle ball this is the only sign of her age
she thinks evil thoughts of her sister dying alone in the old country
her teeth, a picket fence
her opinions lost on the fake marble floor among the things the cleaning ladies have not cared to sweep up
she can not turn her neck and see that her pants sag where her butt should be
i love her.
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