I’ll have what she’s having

There’s one in every suburb

posing as a bestie, but beware

for it is said

this creature is a beastie

 

Rent-a-husband is her game

and yours is in her sights

when darkness falls, she’ll come for him

so don’t go working nights

 

“Can you help me with my …”

(stick WHATEVER in the blank)

ain’t his boy scout skills she wants

Girlfriends, let’s be frank

 

With all-consuming envy

she’s competing for your life

she wants your house, the car you drive,

to replace you as his wife

 

So, good women everywhere,

keep friends you know are true

but guard against the frenemy

lest her prey is you

 

Suburban summer

electric light show

rumbling closer,

scented star jasmine

mingling fragrance of rain,

thrum of cicadas

blending languid laughter,

glasses at the hills hoist

toasting vintage summer

The Tea Party

They bring cakes, smiling,

but there it is,

transparent in those quick glances

Like shots fired into the back of a retreating enemy

they reveal

what lies beneath -

a green glow in their empty hearts

a silent war

in this festering landscape that is suburbia