ELLA TEQUILA

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Ella Tequila’s hair is a mess.
There’s coppery dye all down her dress.
Green eyes sit in ochre pools
As spilling her drink she sits and drools.
It’s easy to think that she’s lost her mind
Leaving all her marbles and her memories behind
As she sits and she mutters and she stares at her feet.
Thin body swallowed by the overstuffed seat

Now Ella’s eyes stroll about the room,
Sliding around in the pressing gloom.
Skimming mementoes and slipping away
Over pictures of how life was in the day
When men were toys to dangle along
And life was all drinking and laughter and song.
Now she sits and she mutters and she stares at her feet,
Her body too small for that massive seat

Now Ella Tequila looks my way
Glaring at me as if to say
As so many times she has before
”I wish you’d just walk out of that door.”
Then shaking her head as if to clear
A secret voice only she could hear
She sits and she whispers and she stares at her feet
A body engulfed in an overstuffed seat.

Ella Tequila seems to slip away
Into the night of a long gone day.
She sits and smiles as her brain sips champagne
And considers her newest sleazy campaign
Her lascivious eyes she can’t disguise
And those twisted lips that betray her lies.
While she sits and smiles and admires her feet
And her body blossoms forth to fit the seat.

Ella Tequila looks into my eyes
And she sees the fear that I can’t disguise.
Youthfully leaping from her chair
Angrily tossing her chemical hair
She grabs my wrist and shouts in my face
”You’re dead! You’ve left the human race
You’ve gone to hell. You are not here.
So you think to murder me with fear.

I never wanted a screaming brat
You gave me wind and you made me fat
I tried to kill you but you hung on tight
Your new-born body was a horrible sight
And it got worse as day by day
You grew up in that horrid way.
And here’s my final word to you:
I hate you and your daughter too.”

Ella Tequila loosened her hold
With a glance that made my blood run cold.
As I backed away she sat down in her chair
Re-arranged her dress and patted her hair.
It’s easy to think that she’s lost her mind
Leaving all her marbles and her memories behind
As she sits and she mutters and she stares at her feet
Thin body swallowed by the cosy seat.

”Goodbye Grandma, I’ll see you soon”
I said as I left that hated room.
And as I heard cruel laughter start
I thought again with anguished heart
It isn’t true that she’s lost her mind
Leaving all her marbles and her memories behind.
And she preens and admires her pretty feet.
While she’s artfully arranged in her comfy seat.

© Jane Paterson Basil

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