Crossover Flirting
Imagine your finance’s hand up my thigh,
Him telling me I looked like a Black Julia Roberts
So innocent, so hot
Something about my narrow face
My steel belted radial lips…
All right
I liked it
This being fed.
Enormous is my head
that your boyfriend’s grossly blatant come ons
Hit me with fuzzy caterpillar harmlessness,
Of course, I know this ruins the echelon of things
I interfere with your zip?locked dreams of marriage
Normalcy
A house in Linden Hills
He said we were the same:
Skinny and grinny
Till then I had no idea that Hollywood’s
Highest paid actress
Looked like a white version of me.
Born in Pennsylvania and educated in New York and Wisconsin, Allison Whittenberg is an award winning novelist and playwright. Her poetry has appeared in Columbia Review, Feminist Studies,J Journal, and New Orleans Review. Whittenberg is a six-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Driving with a Poetic License and They Were Horrible Cooks are her collections of poetry
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