Another Good Day For A Poem

I Met a Girl Named Deluxe

she isn’t a stripper
though you might
not know it
just by reading
the curvesof her cover

she’s a stenographer
a word
I had to look
up, thinking
they were all
extinct

and a scientologist
which makes
me wonder
what it would take
to impress
her

she wears boots
that are perhaps
too high
for her profession
but all the judges
give her a pass

they are men

and her skin
such a mystifying
tone, her breasts
defy
both gravity
and logic

I met Deluxe
on a Friday

the 13th

she is the black
pussycat
crossing my path
to disastrous
result