My Cousin Versell |
by Sheila K. Smith |
reggae nights:
He always falls through
the U-club
on Thursday nights
trim hips in
baggy pants and
black alligator boots.
the Earle:
His louder cologne and
persuasive grey eyes
secure the unreserved table.
Their waitress compliments the ensemble
his reptile belt
his cashmere cardigan
his woman's taste in men
passion:
He sneers at women who
tug at the elastic on his
Bloomingdale briefs.
tres chic:
His delight in shoulders,
steel drums, and nigerian tits.
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