Naked
The neighborhood shuts its doors,
whenever she passes close.....the
sight of her causing shame and ridicule,
missiled from the narrow spaces between
windows and doors.
Whisky she carries makes her to be more
than Larry King, as she interviews her
past and imaginary clients...their names
are so many, that fathers, grandfathers,
and sons shut their ears,
afraid of hearing their names;
some are called out,
others aren't.
The full-moon glow lights up the scene,
making her look as though she's in an opera,
speaking the naked truth.
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