Flair

You’re watching me

Like I’m crazy

(Which I’m not)

And dangerous

(Which I probably am)

 

You say my name

Like a swear word

And I tilt my head in

Polite enquiry

 

‘You called?’

 

I nibble on my

Yoghurt coated raisins

And try to ignore

The smell of meat

That clings to me

‘Like a bad odour’

Which it just so happens to be

 

Your eyebrows are raised,

Delicately

They might say,

But I prefer the word

Copiously,

As your brows

Are thick and overpower

Your slight face,

Which is not dissimilar

To that of a rodent

 

You read my appraisal

In the set of my jaw

And I laugh

As you discreetly

Run your fingers

Over your brow

 

You question my confidence

With an arrogant

Twist of your head

And I just smile

Tamely

And say

 

‘I got flair.’

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[Beatrice Mars]

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