Litty

Image courtesy of @weirick

She finds most things corny, as most 

rich girl types are wont to do and so I 

mention wanting this summer to wear 

a bow-tie to a protege’s wedding or 

perhaps really I meant to say prodigy; 

Same difference I guess, and so based on 

the döener shop she’s anointed for us we 

must sit idly in traffic, and hereabouts I

must continue to feign the charm of

a muscle car from a nostalgic time in

American industry; even though my

döener damsel has no real use for odd

machismo. When she permits amusement

at any one of my desperate witticisms she

scrunches her entire face into her nose,

Which is itself it ought be said the size 

of a small and also vegan dumpling; I

have of course done all the math here,

I am nowhere near as sophisticated as all 

her hipster oatmilk colleagues, might still 

foolishly adore her if she were white, a

fascist hell-bent on colonizing innocent

planets with no interest in indie publishing;

Such and such is “kind of a bitch,” and so 

and so is “an asshole but also a genius 

unfortunately.” God, the treasonous things 

I would do just to waste precious time 

appealing to her oblique sense of humor; 

unlocking the quadratic expression that 

underpins such a tiny nose and yes its 

Abundant reserves of gravitational pull.