Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #237
My First Impression
by Belinda Roddie
My first impression of her was that she
had a lot to say, but most of it was
just fluff or dust floating in the air. We
walked to the dog park and stayed there because
she liked watching "those frisky canines play,"
as she worded it. We kept up small talk
until she asked when I knew I was gay,
and when I came out. At this, I had to balk -
it was none of her business! After that,
we grabbed some ice cream at the local shop
and kept up our mild and meager chit-chat,
about our thankless jobs and such. I stopped
mid-sentence when I saw just how she gazed
at me - she was in a strange, lovesick daze!
by Belinda Roddie
My first impression of her was that she
had a lot to say, but most of it was
just fluff or dust floating in the air. We
walked to the dog park and stayed there because
she liked watching "those frisky canines play,"
as she worded it. We kept up small talk
until she asked when I knew I was gay,
and when I came out. At this, I had to balk -
it was none of her business! After that,
we grabbed some ice cream at the local shop
and kept up our mild and meager chit-chat,
about our thankless jobs and such. I stopped
mid-sentence when I saw just how she gazed
at me - she was in a strange, lovesick daze!
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