Defroster

It's just ice
That you can easily scrape away
With your forked tongue
Your bitter acerbic wit
Wipe clean the window
So you can see
What you are missing

Just frost
Obfuscating what you think
You want to look at
Your hot rage will melt
That thin curtain
Rough veil of glaze

Cracked like glass
The translucent puzzle
Cannot be reassembled
In a reasonable manner
The strange pieces will

Never fit together
Properly
Before they melt

Under the intensity
Of your
Burning gaze

THDAP

He swaggers over to us
Omnipotent and glistening with
The sweat of a hard-earned win

Tells us
I
Am Dr. Andrew Perry
The Pro

And we are impressed
To the point of adding
"The Honorable"

He promises to guide us
Through his world
Of serves and volleys
Of dives and faults

He cocks his boyish curls
Coquettishly to one side
As he asks, "So, you girls play often?"

And we say no, no we are
Mere beginners
Lacking the skill to even keep score

He extends his hand for us
To shake
Then the Good Doctor
Returns to the presumable
Ass-kicking of his unlucky opponent
Telling us that he is available
To assist
Every Saturday morning

As he returns, prowling, to the court
We watch in wonder
And Alison plans
My next wedding