Maybe it's in the hair.
That jet black '50's pompador
perching so precariously upon your
head.
I know I'd look ridiculous with
something like that.

Perhaps it's your face.
Why would God make something
so flawless,
so smooth?
My Neutrogena ran out yesterday.

Yeah, you have nice clothes.
I wonder how you keep everything
so black. No lint or
cat hair, either.
Another button popped off my sweater.

Your legs are like
twigs. They don't even
have that little curve where your
thighs are supposed to
be, but
I just bought a pair of size 10 jeans.

But there's been a revelation!
you told him that
perfect hair
and a spot-free face
aren't half as important

as your red Mary Janes.

                                       My black converse turned brown about a month ago.