When a looker strolls by
on a Thursday afternoon
and dry cereal gets caught
in your throat
and your lungs are
incapacitated
by silk-
nope, that’s hair-
on that pretty head,
and that chiseled jawline
breathes life back
into your bones
and just-
GOD!
What kind of evil world
do we live in that
the Picassos of the gods
seldom choose folks
with a dangerous affinity
for deep dish
stuffed crust
supreme
Chicago style pizza
as life partners?
Such
a tragedy!