Designer jeans hang, fresh
from the cleaners, biting her lip,
she knows it's that time of the month
as water retention prohibits,
she looks at them like
a junkie needs a fix.
9:00am
She sits in bed, text messaging
in curlers, with carrots and yogurt,
watching the first season of
"Sex in the City," she fancies herself
a ‘Carrie Bradshaw' type.
Twenty-seven messages, none priority,
"Who the hell is Demetrius?"
12:30
Lunch with a girlfriend
in her latest purchase, a strapless
scarlet red Christian Dior dress
with matching red heels and bag,
worth every penny.
Girlfriend greets with a fake, distant hug
and exclaims, "Damn girl, aren't you the hot
cock magnet today!" She smiles.
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