Pandora Descending: Ashes and Sparks  

            While Epimetheus
            Is preoccupied putting out his brother's fires,
            His wife sits vacantly in their little hive
            Like a smoke-dazed bee
            She's a back lit babe with honey-colored hair
            A little clay pot festooned with flowers
            A scoop of vanilla ice cream in a gold cup
            A one hit wide-eyed wonder
            Clara Bow lips dangle
            Below "Who Me?" eyes
            Breasts pour off her chest like funnel cakes
            Her pink tongue, like a sleeping snake,
            Nestles around a necklace of pearl white teeth

            Ennui is her only companion
            Until curiosity undulates in under the door
            Like rain to thirsty roots
            A tongue to a sore tooth
            A naïve moth to flame
            Bumbling fingers swarm all over the box
            She was warned not to open
            A container with more surprises
            Than a package from the Unabomber
            When she lifts the lid
            All the evils that were carefully tucked away like Christmas linen
            Pop out like Chinese firecrackers
            And scatter about the room like an upended jar of marbles

            Trees shiver
            Dinners go cold
            Flowers lay their sweetened heads against the decaying sand
            Wives and husbands stare at chipped
            Formica tables and wonder what they've missed
            But our prom queen still has one more item in her shopping bag
            Finding its way to the top like rising cream
            A little Prozac latte
            To wash down the mounting dread
            Twice a day with a sensible meal
            Her constitution's as good as gold
            And the eyes of Fate
            Are stone-blind again


            Lori Romero  (Click for bio.)

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