Bedazzled by some wild boar beauty
when the starting gun sounds,
Dolley conceded I’m not heartbreak deaf.
I’m not a speckled blue washing machine
abandoned on a front porch
between plus-size mounds of tires.
What I really want is a sexy and funky
somewhere other than cartoon whitener.
Still, when you hear the crowd cheering louder
the self-expulsion takes place
so that everything emerges as boiling rocketry.
Poem copyright 2017 by Jnana Hodson.
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