Tonight's Poet Corner: Harlequin

Harlequin
by Belinda Roddie

if you tell me I look happy,
it's because I am happy,

dancing on tables
with seven women in red dresses
all watching me with
green money eyes.

see these bells?
they inhale love mint
juleps
and they exhale
this brilliant noise that
rattles glasses in a fat man's
fists. exquisite
spectacle of gold balls
hovering in the vision of

a sweet
twenty-something
who will strip the diamonds
off my flesh
and marvel at the fact

that they match.

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