Alma

I wish I had a picture of Alma, but unfortunately I do not.
Alma and I were in the same class during our high school years.
 
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the mothers sized Alma up
as a girl who would entice their sons
into groping backseat maneuvers  
the mothers looked at her
as if she was wearing
a sullied negligee smelling gamy
and sporting a hickey both sides of her neck
Alma could never charm the mothers
but the fathers ogled her
she was what the mothers
kept warning their sons about
she was trouble
the alley cat
you didn't bring home
she was the dog-eared dirty book
you dare not leave out for mother to find
Alma was the centerfold
you took to your bed every night
 
Alma should have come of age
in the 1960's instead of the
Eisenhower years of the 1950's
she wouldn't have stood out so
 
©July 14, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton