We expect her to be a diva
or a monster,
or merely fabulous;
maybe she'll gyrate in the local co-op?
But she’s normal
and sad, it's said,
of never being enough.
When she turns up at the cricket club
one Sunday, however,
she’s eclipsed by rules
even more never enough than her,
a tea-time so dowdy
she is moved into the present.
Finally, Jennifer Lopez can breathe.
— EWEN GLASS
Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; on a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Okay Donkey, HAD, Poetry Scotland, Gordon Square Review, and elsewhere.