Sitting Pretty Naive-Lauren Singer
Sitting Pretty Naïve
By Lauren Singer
billie holiday whispers,
sequin dress.
a fool’s cocked eyebrow,
waits for new years eve.
strapless number, itching smoke-stained
fingers, scrubbed to finesse.
that heat from the breath that
hangs on the lips
of a forlorn lover’s kiss.
the steady incantations of one
who speaks too soon but not enough.
waits for promises made
and never believes them to be broken.
while he gets off rocks
in whiskey sours, the length of his
fingers tearing wider another woman’s
stocking run.
the truth is almost always poetic
Copyright C. 2008 Lauren Singer