Ah, Love, Monkey Girl

It was the nature of the marmoset
to dangle notes below a limb
just out of reach; his fur a scruffy

shade of peach. That downy pelt
could dupe a fool despite his mask
of ebony which flaunted sinister

intent, but I was privy to this game
of postcards written never sent.
And how he’d primp and fan his

winnowing machine all rose adorned
with feathers from a peacock tail—
as if a castle made of gold could

lure me there to share bananas
from his tree. Well, I’ve been hood-
winked once before, bamboozled

into love and so I walked on by,
his monkey-girl no more.

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is an eight-time Pushcart nominee and five-time Best of the Net nominee. She is the author of several collections of poetry, including her latest book from Prolific Press, Things I Can’t Remember to Forget. She is the assistant editor for The Orchards Poetry Journal. www.clgrellaspoetry.com.