Carlotta wore yellow on their first date
which made her appear jaundiced
and a bit on the puny side.
Garth picked her up in his VW.
He made a poor impression with
his floorboard fast food trash.
She was sweating profusely.
The new powder wasn’t holding
up its promise to save face.
He didn’t mind her drooping
red corsage or the black
smudges under her nervous eyes.
The palm of her sallow hand felt good
when he touched it timidly
while making the next turn.
When Carlotta smiled and Garth saw
red lipstick on her front teeth,
he knew he’d found his treasure.
A well-told story in so few lines, this one brought a smile while I read it–and the unexpected ending. I thought, oh no, not the dreaded lipstick on the teeth. Will he get embarrassed for her or will she die of shame? And he found it endearing. Love it.
Thank you! Love is for everyone, isn’t it!? As the title says, this is just one kind of love story.