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Suburban Court



early morning book club

surface friendly meetings, held once a month

six women, over the hill and gone,

            but oh! They're hip and fresh, after all

            (they do appreciate Desperate Housewives)

Thin tired smiles over steaming cups of coffee

Exquisite china, oohed and ahhed over

            The formalities of suburban court

            Recognized, and moved on

Hostess begins speaking, the books nowhere in sight

Unobtrusive bottle of baileys placed with care

            beside the carafe, too early even for the martini enema


Thin smiles and strained eyes as they address the

Necessities

            Jockeying for power through lies about husbands

Easily seen through but never called out, rumors and

            Neighbor gossip following seamlessly behind

their talk turns to the kids, and two fall silent, hurriedly sipping at coffee

            hostess bites off a piece of homemade muffin

            smirking addresses youngest (or is it the newest? Either is the same)

'and how is lovely Abigail?' fully well knowing embarrassing answer.

                        Youngest drops her eyes, mumbles

'what was that, dear?' probing still, drawing out the juicy details

                        Youngest sighs, pours a healthy shot

"Heavy, and having problems with Math"

Author notes

The scary part about this is that it's practically word for word my mother's monthly book club. I'll leave it to you to determine which she is.

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  • I-Am-Custard
    May 3, 2007

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    This is brilliant, it is subtle and I could really imagine it happening amongst a group of women. Your punctuation was misleading though, a few missing full stops made me read on where I wasn't supposed to and it made me stumble a bit when I realised I'd missed the start of a new sentence.

    Other than that I'm very impressed by your ability to weave such honesty and realism into a poem. Thank you for entering.


  • Luciferschild
    April 29, 2007

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    a very creative and interesting peice, Haunting in its reality. The narrator was a bitch, lol. you did a great job illustrating her