Doubt stares at me like he has
swallowed a swarm of stink bugs
Eyes scrunched; eyebrows raised.
Shaking his bald head rapidly.
Light reflecting off the top as it
moves from right to left and back again.
Tongue clicking at metronome intervals,
his fingers tap rhythmlessly on his thighs.
I don’t know what to do.
Sarcasm sprouts Muppet Beaker hair
and looks at me with inebriated eyes.
His acned face devoid of any healthy color.
There is a reason his name means
sharp witt. He looks like he wants
to cut me down or watch me die.
As he stretches his neck, ostrich-like,
I catch my breath to prepare
to defend my honor
Anxiety changes her outfit
every three minutes.
Her room is windswept with
discarded clothes and banished bobbles.
She shakes her hands like maracas
when they’re not in other use.
Her voice scales from a cow-like moo
to a pig squeal like a gestapo siren.
I shut my eyes and cover my ears.
Confidence smiles like a Vogue model
at a downtown Paris fashion show—
but with the warmth of your grandma—
and talks in a pleasing, clear precise voice.
She walks with the energy and the life of
a valedictorian crossing the graduation stage.
Her lipstick never smears or wears off.
She puts me at ease just by being.
I want to be her best friend.
Kathleen A. Dorholt
NaPoWriMo 2020
NaPoWriMo 4/15/2020
witt. He looks like he wants
To cut me down or watch me die.
As He stretches his neck, ostrich-like
I catch my breath to prepare
means
Sharp
Four Emotions, Four Stanzas
Doubt stares at me;Like he has just
to defend my honor
Anxiety changes her outfit
Every. three minutes
Her room is windswept with
Discarded clothes and banished bobbles
She shakes her hands like maracas
When they’re not in other use
Her voice scales from a cow-like moo
To a pig squeal like a gestapo siren
I shut my eyes and cover my ears.
Confidence smiles like a Vogue model
At a downtown Paris fashion show
But with the warmth of your grandma
And talks in a pleasing, clear precise voice
She walks with the energy and the life of
A valedictorian crossing the graduation stage
Her lipstick never smears or wears off
She puts me at ease just by being
I want to be her best friend.
Kathleen A. Dorholt
NaPoWriMo 2020
NaPoWriMo 4/15/2020
Confidence smiles like a Vogue model
At a downtown Paris fashion show
But with the warmth of your grandma
And talks in a pleasing, clear precise voice
She walks with the energy and the life of
A valedictorian crossing the graduation stage
Her lipstick never smears or wears off
She puts me at ease just by being
I want to be her best friend.
Kathleen A. Dorholt
NaPoWriMo 2020
NaPoWriMo 4/15/2020