lunch with a lady

she with her lipstick smeared frowns her judgement
between sips of cheap chianti, dullish
grey eyes shadowed by tri-layered mary kay
shades muted to showcase the natural
tilt of her eyes, her rouge provides more blush
than her cheeks have managed in two decades;
her fingers twitch for the cigarette she
won’t allow herself, as it might sully
her reputation to herself as a
person of green consciousness . . . she frowns deeper,
changing the subject from the general
to the specifics of ‘that’ oil company,
which in its hubris and malicious
corporate greed ‘decimated an ocean’.

David M Pitchford
27 Sept 2011


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