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| Sandy Steinman |
JUDY BEATS THE BLUES
Early that morning
she uncovers mirrors, Shiva's over,
grieving should end. Judy’s opera-loving
dearest Uncle Ben now dead two weeks
this Wednesday.
Somber cousin Shirl and sad aunt Dora
bravely wave, board
the Greyhound back to Brooklyn.
Early that evening,
goose-bump blue, barefoot,
towel-wrapped, shivering, Judy
eyes a tubby dude, squeezed
tiny in striped bikini, halfway up
soft plush, pink carpet stairs--
a muggy late night, poolside
party makes a splash.
She signals swaying hips,
pouts claret, dumps drunk Harold,
at the gene pool's deep end.
Locks in with the dude, slippery ass,
deep in the classy, glossy, vast green
square Jacuzzi, that hot new decorator,
Joe Verdi, finished grouting
early that morning.
The two kneel nude, knee to knee,
humming "Cara Nome."
Bio:
Sandy Steinman began writing poems, essays, short fiction and one-act plays eight years ago, when she returned to Marin County, CA, after ten years as a Fine Art Photography instructor at Fairfield University in Connecticut. In the summer, she grows tomatoes, corn and pumpkins and tends tubbed roses. Year round she participates in poetry and monologue readings. Her recent short play, "Smell," won Best of Show in Creative Writing at the Marin County Fair and an Honorable Mention at Dominican University in their Short Play Festival.
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