I love a waist. 

“I love a waist!”, she gushed.

With joy, she blushed. 

A waist she waited for with baited breath 

Awaiting a bouquet trimmed with baby’s breath, 

to bring forth a baby from this tiny nest. 

Vive la jeunesse!

A waist defined between 

Him & Her 

Them & Us

Rich & Poor

(They aren’t us, believe it must)


Wasting away to make a waist

A waist that’s worthy

With worthy haste 

And in good taste 

To trod the pale ribbon to the sea. 

(Let’s walk the plank, bay-bee!)


Jack and Jill

Buck n Doe

His and Hears

Darlings, Deers

Queers and Steers

Hen’s night

Stag Knight

I hart you…


A wasted space 

Between thrill and taste 

Why bother, darlings

When imperfectly we trace, 

We love a waste!

Toward we raced this new world order.

Pas de la tristesse!


A waist as corporeal nirvana,

A wasted amandala.

A symbolic waist of spiteful taste.

How gauche,

How base. 

-An original #instapoem inspired by the wedding of Nell and Ted Wasserman in 2014 at Cap d’Antibes. 


About ellepersephone

ellepersephone died of a drug overdose at the age of 27. she is survived by a feral cat.
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