Origami Napkins

Beguiling eyes betrayed her glowing smile.

No amount of Crest could hide

an absent father and jealous mother

lurking behind hazels.


She commanded attention:

red stilettos, a mini skirt, legs for miles.

Long fingers artfully cradled a dirty martini.

She…bitter as an unpitted olive.


“This one’s for Jagger,”


Her friend folded napkins

into origami planes on the far table.


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