I don’t even like wine
This glass is more of a prop really. Something to do with my hands
It fits that I have a prop since I am more of an actress on a stage
Playing the part, however badly, of the middle aged ingénue on a first date
Lipstick on the stemware- better there than my teeth I suppose
He is chatting away about something and I have an interested, engaged look on my face
I hope so anyhow
But I have no idea what he is talking about
I am busy playing the part
How will he ever know who I am?
Do I want him to know who I am?
I hope I never see him again
I hope he calls
I don’t even like wine
Note to all my minions: I know I have been awfully serious lately and you are probably wishing I would get back to the silly stuff. It is this philosophy class has me living up in my own head so much of the time it is hard to shift gears. But I am in week 12 of 16 so I will be out soon enough.
Hang in there. Join me up in my head for awhile longer. It could be worse you know-- this week I have an eight pager due on explaining my reality. Yikes is right!
8 comments:
I like the way you think ... did you see what I wrote ?
I love this ... how many of us have walked in those shoes? Smiled those fake smiles, drank wine when we didn't want to .. and for what?
This is a very well written brilliant piece. So true to life for many.
oh dear - tip the wine in his lap and go home and read philosophy!
nice poem in spite of the date
I remember those days or is it daze?
I love your Magpie work.
Sounds like you plastered a smile on your face, rather than getting plastered! LOL
honest words.
lovely done.
Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.
You will love the encouragements you get once you are in and make commitment.
Your poetry rocks!
awards for you!
Hope to see you in!
Have A Blessed Easter!
xxx
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