By J.J. Tindall
Someone Might Still Love Me
Demeter in semi-profile,
like Illinois on a map:
sharp brow, full cheek,
lake to her left ear,
glassine underworld
of wrecked ships
and crashed planes,
lovers and suitors
plucked by Hades
who is Time.
Demeter w/purse phone
recovering Persephones
of a necessary gender.
Forgotten acquaintance from high school
betrothed to Ms. Wrong.
Coveted bf of a college roommate
adrift in domestic limbo.
Barely-noticed colleague from two jobs ago
whose wedding mattered more than his marriage.
Her finger caresses
the glassine surface,
checking the chatter
as Zeus farts and snores.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
* Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on April 25, 2011