post-glitterati
redundancies diffused in an arrythmnic
condensing microbial solution
basted for a minute
and left to wait in line
storied she swept her lipstick across
her mouth like a kangaroo
in the outback
and feasting on heat treated animal flesh
she coughed up an opinion on Truman Capote
"He's evil"
What? he wrote a book about between this and that
and some chameleonesque tales
but never mind she was being spurious and
evasive again
luckily she always came back after one of her
sorry tirades about altitude
and the effects of subdermal tissues in deep water
I fixed another martini and lay back on the veranda
waiting for a reported large rain cloud to appear
she burst into tears when she heard Truman Capote had died