Poetry by Emalisa Rose

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to Deb with Mai Tais and Marlboros

She pined over Paul I went
for Ringo. She was crazy for
Brian; my guy was Carl. Both
of us battled for Peter. We were
rubber souls, pet sounds, lava
lamp lushes, hurdy gurdy girls
dancing the hits to the old 45s
in her pink polka-dot palace,

tempting the boys to come onto
us. I was skinny and pimpled.
She wore buck teeth with braces.
But I poemed and she painted
never knowing the gifts we’d
been given back then.

I was probably in love with her;
both of us awkward but beautiful.
We just didn’t see it. At the time
we were art --undefined.

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When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and painting. She volunteers in animal rescue.  LIving by a beach town, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her poems have appeared in The Big Window Review, Beatnick Cowboy, Spillwords and other journals.
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