Alter Ego: (There's Something About Nora)
She wouldn't want to bore ya,
but there's something about Nora.
Things physical, not audi
fly away from her body,
Fail to nail the counter,
hit the deck all around her--
A zillion spills to mop up:
coffee grinds, egg shells, & catsup.
"Magnificent Uncoordinated
Movements," an old boyfriend said,
In and out of bed. Still, There
Was Something About Nora.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2009
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