Um, what? That's what I want to say to Carolyn Hembree. What? Because I'm thinking, where is this speaker getting all this from? I've never met anyone named Eyecandy. Or Cleb, but I suspect if I waited around long enough, maybe at some dive bar, and I got to be friends with the bartender I might meet someone like that.
But of course I'm not going to. I like meeting the Cleb in Hembree's poems, though. She manages that feat fiction writers do all the time: introduce dispicable characters a reader would discreetly avoid in real life, but in writing, takes a nice long leer. I like leering here. Because Cleb is pretty funny. And the whole poem is spoken pretty funny, like the speaker wishes he were as drunk as Cleb and Eyecandy (at least I think they're drunk). And in the end, what the poem mainly comments on is attitudes and the bizarre attitudes people have, and what it makes them do.
I'd say it's mainly fiction, but it's told in a poetic voice. How do you like that? And even the open poetic form fits here.
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