Kathi Wolfe

TO MY EYES
Jeepers Creepers...where’d ya get those peepers? Jonny Mercer

Queens of myopia,
you rule with mirages –
half-faces, black ice,
strobe lights.
Insouciant divas,
muscles sashaying,
retinas moonwalking,
you don’t care
if I trip the light
fantastic
or grab the spotlight.
You only want
to shut down the bar,
devour the night.


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