She left hoof prints in the gum
Imprinting tiny stumps across the lino
Now we got play doh patterns lining the carriage
Five little piggys slipped into a polygamous marriage,
The suede’s gradient fades to black,
Stitches hold together schoolyard fabric daps
Lacey gums flap as the chunky white soles
Chew up the floor, molars and all.
Tartar on the teeth, yellow millennial melanin
Who let Sue and Melanie in with that croquembouche coat?
All-weather puffa jacket stuffed with fluffed feathers
Wrapped around her like a big black mamba,
The strings of a sitar or a spare pile of tires,
A tiring Michelin man sees stars in the eyes
Of everyone outside, station to station,
Water bottle in the handbag for first class hydration,
A gummy sump pump plumping lips like greedy cactuses,
Redacts the awkwardness of tired eyes,
Banked by tiny bags left by blinking twice,
The lifeless UAL lanyard hangs languidly
Plucking fingertip violin strings mournfully
And most fools would blame her apathy for
Slumping in her seat so silently,
But how can you possibly decide that
When rush hour dismisses her vanity so violently?