She sat on the arm of the couch
as if she belonged there. Her angel
red lipstick perfectly lined and glossed.
Her strappy high heels and diamond belt
out of place at ten o’clock on Wednesday
night. Her friends called every thirty
minutes on her pastel pink Motorola,
a real Comso girl with blond highlights
and oversized silver hoop earrings.
He sat next to her on the couch making
me an intruder in my own house, talking
to her in the voice once reserved for me
softened and smiling. I am inconsequential,
unnoticed three feet behind them.
I wonder if it matters to me, their relationship,
their friendship. It is not the affection
he gives her, but that my dog lays beside her
and enjoys the touch of her long, vibrant pink nails.
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July 29, 2010 at 1:18 am
Awww that is so sweet!
Oh no she di’int!!! She didn’t come in all hot and cute and steal all his attention… and your dog!
And leave you wanting a new pair of strappy heels and hoop earrings!
cool poem!
here from Mama Kats!
Pink is an evil color! Kidding I love pink and your poem too!
Love it. Love it so much.
I think all women have experienced a moment like that–a moment of ickiness and emotional discomfort. You reflected on it beautifully.
I am sorry her red left you blue.
Love the imagery from your words
So detailed I can just picture everything going on. Silly doggie, always looking for someone to scratch their itches 
Powerful!
Men, of all varieties and species, can be so fickle! Wonderful poem!
Following you from Mama Kat’s!
beautiful beagle.
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I love this poem! I write haikus from time to time, which is sometimes all I can manage.
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I’d leave them and take the dog!
Very very good! I loved the imagery in this prose.
such a clever little poem…and the pic of the puppy makes me want to slather it with attention too!
well crafted poem.
beautiful images.
That was awesome, and you held my attention to the very end..
I just love that. It is so true to life.
All men are dogs, in the end.
This poem is entrancing. I could see every little detail of this scene and feel the ache.
Awwww….that was touching!
But don’t worry, your Dawg will be back with you unbothered about the colour on your nails!!
love,
A
Nicely done. Betrayal by one’s pets has got to be the worst.
Love the ending! Surprising, yet not.
Somebody is feeling left out! An adorable story.
Incredibly good portrayal of a delicate moment. But, having been there, I was terribly enlightened when the dog’s betrayal was the more difficult one to deal with. This is a wonderful poem displaying a very light but controlled touch.
Elizabeth
That hussy needs to be shown the door!
oooh, there’s nothing worse than a dog’s betrayal. Very well written.
Cee
What a traitor! (the dog, that is..)
Nice take on superficiality and how it can fool some of the people, some of the time,,,
Be—–otch.
I love your take on the prompt. I was so upset with blondie by the end. . .ha! You took me somewhere. Well done.
~Brenda
Lindsey, this is lovely. What a beautiful gem you linked this week for Alphabe-Thursdays summer school.
I am blown away by your imagery.
Is your work published?
Would you mind sending me a link to where I might read it?
Thank you.
This was amazing.
A+
Dang. I can feel this piece and it smarts.
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