my legs were rubber bands
as her silhouette, alfred hitchcocked
an unmistakable frame
my fever became a chicken from a cannon
at the vaudeville games
A Diamond ring
A tuxedo
H.G. Wells
Something blue
Something borrowed
Marie Laveaux’s spells
just a face that looked
like a million before
dark hair brown eyes
grifting clip joint whore
if i saw her today
just what would i say
no chickens from cannons or rubber band legs?
Another promise?
Another lie?
Another ring in a box?
just a broken hearted liar
and a virgin shylock