Poem: Neither Top-Heavy Nor Bottom-Heavy But Nothing in the Middle

Le Petit manteau, Edouard Vuillard.

A taxi with its light on goes

nowhere, everywhere, constantly

moving, shining.

I pick you up on the corner

and have my way with you—

tick the meter tick—

apply fake tanner insert

fake teeth and eat once

nightly so my nightie

sticks to my stomach and hips

the way the hourglass is

neither top-heavy nor bottom-

heavy but nothing in the middle.

A taxi with its lights on can be

clean, smooth, safe. It can offer you

eggs in the morning


Lean across the table.

Of course I should

tear a pink slip chasing

after the man with no shirt and a

mouth hidden by hair, a

wrinkled cigarette in my coin purse,

communicating in flashes, flashes,

glints of eyes.

By Ella

I am an undergraduate junior studying creative writing. I am interested in short fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and professional writing.

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