An Ode to the Real Housewives of Atlanta
Last night, the sounds coming out of the mouths of the Real Housewives of Atlanta were even more dulcet and beguiling than Kim Zolciak's debut single. There is only one appropriate response to such beauty: poetry.
When NeNe Laughs, The World Opens Wide
Wide-winged owl caller
hooting through the hollow night,
bright and empty
like a blond wig left on its Styrofoam head
cooling as the wearer
White-eyed blank stare,
the pupils would dilate in the darkness,
but there are no pupils,
mannequin looking back at me
as your chortle gallops across
the soft palate.
Your noises just like when we sat on the veranda
flower boxes pocking the sidewalk.
and talked of distant friends
as if they all stood with their knives sharpened.
I make a joke about their eyebrows,
to elicit your
heady like a humping hyena
as if a chuckle could be redemption,
as if a margarita could save us all.