It was her engagement party
Not her first
She thought it had taken
a lot of courage to say
yes a second time
His and her friends were milling
about, drinks and snacks in hand
The talking reminding her of
a cockatiel convention
Her girlfriend’s husband patted
her finance on the back saying,
loud enough for all to hear,
“Congrats man, wouldn’t be my
choice but I’ll bet she’ll be great once
you get past the used part”
There was a noticeable moment of quiet
She felt struck, overwhelmed, ashamed,
angry,
What right had he to be so crude and in
front of all their friends too
Bastard
She touched his arm, smiled and
addressed the room in general,
“Don’t pay him any mind, he’s just jealous
‘cause he’s erectile dysfunctional,
Aren’t you honey”
The group broke out in raucous laughter,
Retaliation was hers
Why did she feel
so crummy?
Ellecee
Inspiration from
6. Poetic Justice
Start a poem with someone
(maybe even you) saying the
wrong thing (maybe even a terrible
thing) and let the draft deliver some
kind of poetic justice… even if it’s
imaginary.
Let the poem carry intense emotion,
like rage or shame.
