Find Your Happy Place – A Villanelle

The bowl is full of rotting fruit.
She waits for me, a queen at her table,
puppies and kittens are always cute.

I scrape the gum off from my boot,
smooth my hair as best I’m able,
the bowl is full of rotting fruit.

I think perhaps my lipstick does not suit.
She looms before me, like the tower of Babel,
puppies and kittens are always cute

I top the list in my head, of who I would shoot,
she clutches her purse, careful not to obscure the label.
The bowl is full of rotting fruit.

I clench my teeth as the grief takes root,
her eyes catch me, tug an invisible cable.
Puppies and kittens are always cute.

I could take this town, sell the loot.
She’s nervous now, am I that unstable?
The bowl is full of rotting fruit,
puppies and kittens are always cute.