She said

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She said

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there is a man who walks around town

who thinks he is Elvis.

It is a cliché, I know, the crazy man who thinks he is Elvis.

But this guy is for real, she says.

 

He wears a white low-cut button suit, chest hairs showing,

and those 70’s flared pants.

Sometimes, he even flaunts a red cape.

He wears a black wig that each week

the barber pretends to cut.

(That kind of compassion is rare!)

 

Everyone shows him kindness.

He gets free day-old muffins at the doughnut shop,

and when Joyce is working, she throws in a coffee.

 

How cool it would be to walk around in white,

feeling like a king, never paying for breakfast,

everyone smiling at you, treating you as a rarity.

 

People take pictures, videos, come up to him

and ask him to sing. He never does,

just lifts the one side of his lip

and dramatically flips his red velvety cape

 

purchased years ago

at the local used-clothing store.

 

 

 © 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Outlaw Poetry” August 2018

https://outlawpoetry.com/2018/she-said-by-allison-grayhurst/

https://outlawpoetry.com/category/allison-grayhurst/

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