I wrote this poem a while ago, but sitting around with my friends Nick and Crae and talking about writing made me think I should actually put some of my writing "out there." So here ya go:
The Label Peeler
She sits uprightly
in her safely-stylish jeans,
wearing a sweater in the shade of blue
that best brings out her eyes
with tidy diamonds clinging closely to her ears.
Her beige pea coat and matching scarf
are placed neatly on the back of the chair.
She sits with legs crossed,
ankles wrapped,
and hands clinging tightly to her bottle.
She nods at all the right points in the conversation,
politely laughing when needed.
As she drinks her cider beer in short sips,
her fingers wander over the label.
Only close observers recognize
this slight slip-up in the otherwise
perfectly-portrayed image.
Within minutes the label will be on the table,
and the bottle will be as bare as her frustration.
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