Dressed for Distress
She brought a gun to the knife fight
a dick joke to the bris
a crises to the wedding
laughing fits to the kiss
peyote to the potluck
plastic wrapping at the ballet
an angry rash to the pool party
always stuck in traffic, on the way.
yes, that's her
you know the one —
a tornado in a teacup
dizziness in a dress
from where she sits,
the weather never quits
so, you should be honored
she even bothers to
show up.