-Edna, the aunt from down north-

Aunt Edna had a full head of hair —

Blonde, so-to-speak and spray-

Fixed high like a wisp in cotton candy.

Edna was remote and mysterious with

Rasputin-like eyes curtained in sticky,

Black fans of eyelash.

She was mildly plump of body

And the top of her nylon stockings

Could be seen as she crossed

Her powerful legs

While sitting on the couch

Whenever she came over for coffee, ginger snaps

And a quick visual violation.

From my preferred position on the rug

The view of her was whatever

My wandering eyes could get to.

Sometimes I’d inch my way in her direction

By free-wheeling my plastic hook n' ladder

Closer to the couch, then slithering along the rug

To ground zero and Edna's good parts.

Some said she seemed more French than Italian.

She'd go home after bending toward the rug

To plant a kiss upon my forehead while I patted her ass

With an affectionate-looking goodbye hug.

                                          From: "All the goings-on at 1017"