Oct/Nov 2000 Poetry

Flirting with Felicity and Turandot

by MJ M


Flirting with Felicity and Turandot

Isn't there something oxymoronic
about an exhausted insomniac
who purportedly gulps green tea
and Vitamin C to keep herself alive,
also setting her hair aflame
trying to light her tenth cigarette
before sunrise on the gas burner
because she couldn't find a goddamn
match and it seemed like a reasonable
thing to do at 3:00 a.m., not to mention
that there was no one around who loved
her enough to tell her not to stick
her face in the fire?


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