Rise Above Lm

"Reality is something you rise above." -Liza Minelli RISE ABOVE Judy, darling, teach me to pray - your arms wrapped around my teeth, so white, pristine. . . I’ll take my bows, my arms maneuvered by strings, my waist meticulously child-size, bends. My mother was ten feet tall... My mother ain’t nothing at all... except her majestic voice, her time on a barber-chair stage. Liza, darling, teach me to pray - my dreams of playing all day. Popping pills is our skill - it kills the time, helps me rewind. Oh sweet child of mine, lay your head on my lap - face the audience. now, sing... Liza marries the chair, snaps her garter on, personality charms her velvet hat, spreads wide her sexy black boots and belts out a tune as she floats, far away from reality… 2/24/2020 She Inspires Series - LM Poetry Contest Sponsor is Maureen McGreavy