She was always February in Chicago,
glass and steel rising
above the frozen lake,
after the spring cotillions
allowing pillars of society
to keep their jobs,
allowing a yankee to steal the quarterback,
leaving him in divorce court after a Catholic roll in the hay he converted to earn,
the tan line on her left hand
kept her out of tri-Delta, dismissed
to the stench of the
biology lab, wearing sweater sets under her lab coat,
forcing her way into another field
thst never wanted her.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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