Holly Pettit
Oh Lordy, What Now?
Opal rolled over in the
bright sun of a near-stranger’s bed.
She heard a voice in her head
say, Certain, Dearie,
Fresh men are
countries undiscovered.
How true, Opal said, I
stand on a hill in Darien,
She thought this because she
was happy then,
Her latest date had come off
commendably
And she was again upholstered
in the nap of infatuation.
Dare we mention the lad’s
most promising blondness?
And though, let’s confess, he
couldn’t even pretend tall,
What he was, was…well, he was
just so
Scrubbed
Any man in the street could
see right through him. Why,
In strong light
He might be transparent.
Oh, sure, in different
moments she’d feel differently,
And in later moments,
older,
How well she knew it,
But why think about all that
somber other bother,
When she’d rather roll ‘round
happy all day?