Not Much Gets Past Louise

 

He makes me as comfortable

as a crow sipping gin in a guillotine.

I’ve never been moonstruck enough

to get blushed cheeks when a snake

calls me Sugar.

That wolf in Wranglers is more

like a piece of gum in the bottom

of my purse than the Romeo

in a mirror he sees with that comb over.

Now I’m not one to judge a man

who’s been saying goodbye to his hair,

but when he comes with a Bible

and thinks every woman is born

to submit, I’ll put on a black robe

and sentence him to leave. 

This isn’t the first time he tried

to Genesis me at my cash register.

Hell, most every Tuesday night

he slaps down a six pack of Bud Light

on the counter along with an apple.

Wal-Mart expects me to be polite

so I keep that smile on my teeth,

take his money, but not his crap.

I politely inquire, “Brother Don,

does your congregation know

you like to take a bottle to visitation?

©Susie Clevenger 2025

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