dVerse Poets Poetics

Sylvia walks into the reception, trying to act remorseful, a deception.

“Oh, my dear Helen, I’m so sorry for your loss…a great man, and of course who you were lucky to score, all of us in the sorority had our eyes on Franklin, or “F— Frank” mostly said more…

Oh my, I didn’t mean to say that…oh Helen, forgive me. It just slipped out of my head!”

“Oh Sylvia, I know you, saying an intentional rude remark about my husband who actually said

that your sorority Kappa Kerfuffle was known for its…

what word shall I use, Sylvia? I’m sure you’ve heard, big fun —-?”

“Well, I never!” And Sylvia walked out.

Helen tried to hide her smirk with a pout.

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Poetics: Dialogue It In!