*****
IF THE THING CATCHES A FLY
I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT
I tried to casually chat with her,
but the live lizard on her shoulder was distracting.
She was a charming girl,
a regular walking zoo. I half expected a bird
to fly out of her hat.
I tried not to smile, but as she spoke,
the little bug-eyes kept
roaming around the room.
I know I heard her name three or four times,
She’ll always be Lizard-Girl to me.
*****
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