What Rough Beast | Poem for November 7, 2018

Margo Davis
Appropriate

I love the dodge, ruse, subterfuge,
the something of yours which will be mine.
Nothing personal, always business,
someone else’s, which quickens my pulse
like some employer rushing to deal
with a thief, this little thief,
my throbbing head jam-packed
with the best pilfered goodies I don’t need.
Well, the mind is overpowering.
Just tell yourself you have already
been in, your ticket misplaced.
Match the inviting smile, slow a bit, that’s
disarming. They advance only if
you speed through or tense up.
Glide and woo, it’s a shoe-in.
Claim the best seat in someone else’s
house. Heart. Pocketbook. Bank
account. Let them entertain you.



Margo‘s more recent poems have appeared in The Fourth River, Ekphrastic Review, Misfit, and Light, and the Houston Chronicle (Fall). Recent anthology publications include Enchantment of the Ordinary (December), Of Burgers and Ballrooms, Untameable City, numerous Texas Poetry Calendars, and Echoes of the Cordillera. A Pushcart nominee awash in Republican mindsets, Margo thrives on closely observing film, photos, and natural settings. She’s known for eavesdropping.

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