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
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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