Seducing Royalty
by Julia Getts
The boys scream
on frost-bit lawns.
Girls, wrapped in queen
robes of terry-cloth blue,
look down from latched storm-
windows. The boys
woo with cracked beer glass
thrown against
peeled white siding.
Royal girls speak
little, not wanting
foggy words.
Their bare eyelashes
and creased mouths abandon
boy-jesters, who kneel,
stumble, scream on their
soundless green bells,
slicing winter bitter.
Julia left Indiana with only a cornstalk and a dream. She writes poetry and incomplete novels dedicated to Mount Rainer and her past.
