After Hem

October 12, 2018/in Poems /by ian

A family of women
Up the Eyeful Tower
All had the same tic

American
Heavy faced and brassy
They stood in the queue
On the second platform

Nearing the elevator
And realizing in turn
They didn’t have tickets
They all pulled the same face

Their lips pouted
Sphincter-tight
Then twisted impossibly
To one side

First the mother did it
Then the elder daughter
Then the younger

Was it any surprize
They didn’t make it
To the summit?