I’m frowsy old

hair hella frizzy with humid

belly pluckish out

big bosoms got no place to go

boney feet

not so springy

I mean you can tell I made an effort

put lipstick on

at lunch I slideeyes

at this other lady

butter smooth and matched

me straight up grit compared

then I recall my mama’s words

don’t never be jealous she said

always someone richer prettier smarter

just relish what you got

course she was a tubular squawk herself

somewhat like me