Beth Weinhouse: Scamming With Feigned Praise

Those exanimate eyes
And anneloid lips,
The immane ankles
And quaggy hips.

Skin so exsiccated
And covered with blains,
Etiolated cheeks
Crisscrossed with veins.

Facinorous habits,
A Boeotian mind,
Oscitant energy –
He’s the indurate kind.

I get nasty thrills,
From telling him this.
I whisper it sweetly;
He finds it bliss.

His most fetching trait?
A small vocabulary –
So he’ll love me until
He checks a dictionary!