Wendy Klein

  Poetry

© Wendy Klein CCXVI

I see them tarting themselves up for the party where they'll meet;
she post-divorce from her approved-of Jewish ex,
and all set to become a successful playwright. I see her pucker up
for the brightest lipstick, slip her feet into lethal stilettos,
bat blackened eyelashes in the gilded mirror,
see it return her appreciative glance. He's more nervous;
primed with Dutch courage - Bourbon, because

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3rd Prize Ver Poets Competition 2011

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