Clementine and Cleopatra

In the middle of the sale

she fell dead asleep.

There was a chance of showers

so I let her rest - no toothbrush,

and now it’s noticed no umbrella,

just the set of new encyclopedias

on the coffee table

opened to the ‘C’s.

Perhaps a stepmother cruelly treated her,

forced her to sell to exhaustion –

now she naps -

a petite princess, maybe a 5 and a half,

looking magically submissive,

trusting her new customer

like one would a godmother

and obviously the weather.

When she awakes I’ll introduce her

to my neighbor – a psych major - he’s her age,

single and has a foot fetish.

I’ll make sure she leaves
a navy pump in his room

so that he can find her right foot

and determine the dynamics

of her dysfunctional domicile.

I know he’ll fall in love –

he always does -

and perhaps marry our door-to-door coquette,

piss off the stepsisters, get the books for free,

loan them to me until he needs them.

I want to finish the Cinderella story

and am looking forward to

Clementine and Cleopatra.