She arrived as always on a skateboard
wearing her ten cent sunglasses and a
crescent moon smile.
Pirouetting around the crowded room
she landed at the back corner table under
the one eyed moose and ordered the
usual two beers.
She warmed up like a sloe gin fizz until
she could melt an ice cube with her stare
in five seconds flat.
Note for note she knew every country
song the band played and had even lived
a few of them.
It was said that she pissed glitter and
wrote love poems in lipstick on the stalls
and bathroom mirrors.
She rolled her own cigarettes and left
broken hearts scattered across the
hardwood floors, still smoldering.
At last call the wolves knew the only
man she would stand by was named Jack.
She'd wrap her hand around him and
take him down, smooth and easy.
Once upon a time, Karen A VandenBos was born on a warm July morn in Kalamazoo, MI.
She can be found unleashing her imagination in three online writing groups and her writing
has been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Blue Heron Review, The Ekphrastic Review,
The Rye Whiskey Review, One Art: a journal of poetry and others.
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