Señorita Rita makes a mistake in her
personal ad: want to fell like a lady.
The feel of that. Ladies do fall
in love. The unchaste are fallen.
Fell four it. She likes the human
error of it, to see who’ll be intrigued.
Eve fell so she could feel. Flee is
one L too much to bear. She needs
an emergency champagne mimosa in
the Midwest, but where? We drive
Main Street to be seen, be obscene and
I feel delicious, the moon’s kept boy.
One man falls for Señorita Rita and
takes off his shirt in his Mustang.
She says to us, “spell check my spells.”