15th July 2018

blue rose
dies back to wild rootstock
damson tree

© Rachel Green 2018

first words out her mouth
bitchy one-upmanship
I dislike her immediately
and she walks like her balls are sore.
Still, she tries to converse
but can't help demeaning me
while she preens.
No, I don't wear makeup, thanks,
I like to be me.
She stretches across the room
dominating the gathered introverts
a polka-dot King in Yellow
while another lady
bald, heavy, equally self-possessed
dominates the conversation
and talks about ballet
because she knows everything.

© Rachel Green 2018