By ZOË MYERS
Shoulders
Something magnificent catches my eye
Glistening in the distance
I am suddenly overwhelmed. Frozen.
It consumes me
I can no longer accumulate my thoughts.
I am fixated on them. They are beautiful, fascinating
Shoulders
I come back to my senses
How dare she expose these wicked assets
Something must be done. She must be defeated.
I cry for help
My heros dressed in vests and khakis arise in their golf carts
The defeaters of evil rush to approach the heinous offender
“excuse me miss…”
Just like that, the evil is defeated.
I regain strength and control of my mind once again
Shoulders
