Sunday, November 22, 2009

Head Cheerleader by, Jack Ridl

At halftime, she finds
an open mirror, checks
her makeup, sweat
glistening on her forehead.
She runs her tongue
along her upper lip, pulls
a comb through her long
brown hair, pushes it up
on the sides, adds a new
line of lipstick, smoothes
down her skirt. On the
way out, she turns and
looks over her shoulder.

"Head Cheerleader" by Jack Ridl, from Losing Season. © Cavan

1 comment:

Megs said...

there's something mysterious and magical about good poetry, and how and why it works! i love your poetry Karen!