Friday, January 15, 2016
What's In One?
Name
-I’ll tell you again. It’s Laurelthea.
-Her parents came up with that during their
most rancid screw!
-Whatever. She’s old news.
-Did you call her Laurel? Or Thea?
-She insisted on Laurelthea. “My name is me!”
-Did that pass for profound back then?
-Everything did!
-Grade Inflation.
-Well I get F!
-Uh uh! SHE does! Circe the Ruin Girl!
Job she did on you belongs in textbooks!
-I’m a Jimmy Buffet fan.
-(sings) Some folks claim that there’s a woman
to blame!
-(sings) But it’s my own damn fault!
-So you take responsibility! Why?
-Because that’s the greatest con there is!
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Would smell as sweet? Really!
Budge said that Gwen was
really a Cynthia. It caught
on with the gang and her
real name all but forgotten.
Even her parents took to calling
her that. A brother and sister
had moved out and never phoned.
Of course, she was still legally Gwendolyn.
In filling out college forms, paying taxes,
driver's license.
When she came of age, she decided to
change it in law.
But in a gigantic screwup, the petition
stated she was Cynthia, changing to
Gwendolyn.
She's back officially Gwen, and all have
left her. Parents for some retirement
heaven in Equador, gang peeling off.
Her brother and sister emailed her once,
and that was it.
But a boyfriend came weaving down the pike,
a drunk, of course. She's afraid of losing him.
She does smell sweet by the way. He? Don’t ask!
Labels: a rose by, Circe, Fatal Woman, friends, Jimmy Buffet, name, parents, person as name, siblings
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Acrid Pair
“You can have your tramps, just
don't bring them home here!”
A low blow, decidedly, so Budge
mentioned what he called her
‘Great Punctured Romance!’
It hadn't been much then, but the
crying most bitter now.
Anyway, she ordered him out, and
told him with scarlet-faced scorn
to get his clothes later.
Clothes. When he lived by himself,
they were seldom clean.
"You always look so nice!" praised Letty,
tending bar at Mert and Mickey's.
"And smell the same!" Mickey added.
He had left Mert for a young professor
at Yale. She stayed away thereafter.
"Out of the closet and into Education!"
this aggrieved one, now sobbing at the bar,
had laughed once.
“As much as I can handle!” Mickey remarked,
pouring himself a Becks, so Letty must have
said something.
Anyway, they convinced Budge to go back to
his sister.
"We just had to clear the air!" he insisted on
his return, but then fell back on groveling.
She had the brownies ready, still warm.
Labels: breakup, brother, living arrangement, siblings, sister
