MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON
Single life is—tequila with lime,
shots of travelers, jacks, diamonds, and then spades,
holding back aces—
paraplegic aged tumblers of the night trip.
Poltergeist define as another frame,
a dancer in the corner shadows.
Single lady don’t eat the worm…
beneath the belt, bashful, very loud, yet unspoken.
Your man lacks verb, a traitor to your skin.