Lola
She’s lovely in the morning
although she doesn't believe me
says who's beautiful this time of day
you I must say
and she makes me pancakes
way to lumpy
and rest her elbow next to mine on the counter
recanting her time in Cedar Falls
 and her ex boyfriend Charles
about how town folks thought wedding bells and mums and gardenias
the colors would be olive and brown
great fall colors her mother said
but her eye never really fancied his way
and he knew it
and forever did she
and so she sits in my kitchen
still smelling like
 me fixing me breakfast and in crawls a millipede
I scream and she laughs
throws such a wrench in our midmorning plans