Sequins

Sparkling dresses Stiff, unyielding dresses Alive with sequins and tulle that pulls itself out of her swollen fingers Jackie Kennedy dresses Rich woman's baubles But no coat Freezing rain coats her hair cools her fevered cheeks Leg infected where he shot her Yellow pus running down her leg, gluing her pants to flesh Pulling the fabric away tears skin too Half the dresses make a pallet under a rotted log Half the dresses make a slippery covering, sequins sliding That suitcase purloined from beneath a Goodwill truck... Judas, liar, serves as a tent when put upside down over the log and some brush Keeps the worst out of her eyes It would be logical that she die by morning... but she never seemed to have a bit of luck