Alexis Rotella

Honoring the Town Sot

72 years old
under a Hawaiian shirt
his paunch

Just passing through, an old beau says nothing about my soul drawings but in his head assesses the square footage of my house. Now I start to understand why I refused to be his steady girl back in high school.

Wearing the face
of a gargoyle
Hunter Moon

How I begged him to take me to the senior prom but an evening with his buddies was on tap. From what I hear, they got so bombed they spent the night sprawled out on Old Tom Moscow’s grave.

Toadstools
where I danced
with a fairy