from poetess' personal scrapbook
my beautiful Aunt Betty wearing her mink stole, 1958
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ her stole, soft shadow draped across thin shoulders—cold pearls gleam against the dark, deep nap. fragile paws clutch empty air, stitched eyes forever watch the room where laughter fades to dust. mothballs cling to velvet night, a scent of closets, lost perfume— she wears December’s skin.
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