Microbiology
in the South
She was always February in Chicago,
glass and steel rising
above the frozen lake,
after the spring cotillions
allowing pillars of society
to keep their jobs,
allowing a yankee to steal the quarterback,
leaving him in divorce court after a Catholic roll in the hay he converted to earn,
the tan line on her left hand
kept her out of tri-Delta, dismissed
to the stench of the
biology lab, wearing sweater sets under her lab coat,
forcing her way into another field
thst never wanted her.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Comments (1)
You are on a roll today! This poem has me itching with questions; mostly who "She" is. I love the title, by the way, and how you dazzle me with your words, as always.