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.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s