I Got This Idea in the Shower

I’m a failure at most poetic forms,

like I was a fashion failure

in the corporate world, the world of suits

and pantyhose and heels.

Especially pantyhose. Look at them wrong,

and they ran so fast, they left

skid marks up and down my legs.

The only way to stop the runs at work,

(not that kind of runs, silly)

was a glob of fingernail polish

at start and stop. Which didn’t stop a thing.

My legs bore pearls of red and pink.

This is my first and last attempt at a sonnet.

Watch me run.

originally published in Medusa’s Kitchen, republished in Sonnets to Sing