Take It All In Poem by L. K. Thayer

lady in waiting
at Chuck E. Cheese
my crust is getting thin
my patience
is at an all time low
on par with my
equalibrium

I'd rather be scatting
on a jazz riff
behind a base guitar
I'd rather wear the tight
red dress
that gets the neighbors
frothy

tip toeing between the line
of dusk and divinity
I stray further
from the apple pie
a-la-mode
that I was weened on

my ballet slippers
on point
point out the imbalance
between left and right
and right and wrong
it occurs to me
that something is amiss
that something is off
and there's a piece
of the pie
that I haven't been
served

are my dreams
at the back of the bus?
did I not get the memo?
did I forget to
R.S.V.P.?

in that case...
I need to call
my tailor
just
to take
it all in