the unbalancing act
     by Jennifer Moore

She was giving him time,

Five wet-eyed weeks in all,

When he fell, again,

For a beach-bottled blonde—

Legs as long as leap years,

Rattle-snaked laugh and matching bag.

He was taking his time,

Five wet-lipped weeks in all,

Smiling as he lit another

Toe-sucked lipsticked cigarette—

A clumsy klutzy schmutz, he was

Forever falling.

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Jennifer Moore is a Cambridge English graduate with an MRes in witchcraft literature from the University of Strathclyde.   Her poetry and short stories have appeared in a number of publications on both sides of the Atlantic, including The Guardian, Mslexia, South, The First Line, Pulp Net and Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue.  She was the winner of the Divine Poetry Competition 2006.  She lives in Devon, England, with her husband and two children.

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