and God said something about image or maybe, the other side of your face

by David LaBounty

she was a double chin
and rosaceous cheeks

just as

she was clunky glasses
and frizzy and over treated
or ignored hair

and her car
was something imported,

something

borderline luxurious and the
inside was a layer
of dust and nutrasweet
wrappers and there
was a pile of
Barbara Streisand
and motivational CD’s
with names like

Power Over People

and

How to Think Like a Millionaire

she stood at my counter,
spit flying out of her mouth
of coffee stained teeth
and chapped and lipsticked lips

all because

someone put
a thumbprint
of grease on her
steering wheel.