Casting Couch

by Oonah V. Joslin

Capulets aside,
the joke’s on Juliet.
Wake up and smell the thorns, dear.
Romeo isn’t about to go out and get you
your daily caffeine while you
lounge on the balcony
fixing your face. The ABC
of your trade is too well known to him
and if he decides to share the rich
aroma of your lips;

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.

They never listen.
He’ll make certain his name comes first
in the credits.

A rose by any other name
would smell
just the same.


Copyright © 2013 by Oonah V. Joslin

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