Paging Ms. Garbo Poem by Michael Spinelli

Chocolate covered Peeps have never looked as grotesque
as when you press them, sloppily, to your lips,
in pajama pants and my old band shirt.
Puppies and skulls, barely reacting to each other.

I try not to forget you were stunning once…
Way back when I was a charmer.
Back when you only wore patent heels,
Click clacking cobblestone at four-in-the-morning.

If you manage to steal back your Greta Garbo
I’d be willing to trade you my John Gilbert
in all his glory. Before the scotch got him.

Or Heck! I’d be willing to go all out:
“One Humphrey Bogart for your Greta Garbo.”

Anything to live once more
in Flesh and the Devil.