LOOK AT ME

LOOK AT ME  

She,

strutty and bouncy

a walking teen exhibition

of torso contortions. 

He,

straight, up, down, and square.

Line ‘em up, line ‘em up:

         Zippers, buckles and buttons.

brushes, un-musses his hair.

Me?      

Number one in competitive caps.

Last year’s Master’s, this year’s Players

Fished Michigan, marched at Selma

How about them Dawgs, and . . . Bama!                                                 

Some

like to show noshing class

with French boules, batards and baguettes,

California Napas and Oregon Williamettes.             

Are you 

Hybrid prissy or Caddy sassy?

Stereo rude?

Does your truck need room?                           

Yo,

Mama in the minivan,

chauffeur that hood.

How great are we?

Lie to me.

Dennis R. Keefe

November 13, 2008