To two men,
            a college girl,
            an 80 year-old lady on a three-wheel bike,
            and a big sloppy Boxer.
I’m perfect.
I’m gorgeous.
I’m as sexy as a nubile Egyptian harem girl!
The pandemic changed my image.
It must be my cheerful face
            or my new wig
            or the crooked lipstick I drew on my face.
Maybe the big straw hat designed not to spare my skin
            but to keep my wig from blowing off.
Man number one smiled.   
I waved and called “Hi.”
The college girl nodded.
I smiled back.
The 80 year-old lady pedaled past.
I shouted “Bravo!”
The boxer nuzzled my hand
I wiped it off and scratched behind his ear.
Man number two whistled, waved, and called “How ya’ doin?’
I answered “Will you marry me?”
I don’t know when it will be
Or who it will be with but …
I’m going to get married again!