poems etc.

Woman

It was a thin wire

Spindly thin

And she walked on it

Carefully fast

With her pink clown shoes

As she tried to keep

Her diminishing locks

From prying into her eye

 

So, with her tired arms

And bony fingers

She wobbled

The deadly waltz

With a sly hoop

Dancing on her neck

And twisting into her hair

 

 

The hall gasped

As she spun

And almost slipped off

Unexpectedly

But the greased line

A loving mother

Kept her bleeding heels

Steadily sloped

 

 

“It would be a miracle if she made it”

they whispered

in between their thin mints

and garlic popcorn

 

Two tickets for a dollar

We bought tampons for more

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A barter of souls

Feet stained red

Celebrating negotiated love

Standing on the edge

Beyond all caging fences

Above the skyline

 

The cold cement

In an open embrace

Offering a calm conclusion

To her buffering spirit

 

And so hesitantly she left

Her grey house

Now his

For a home promising to be hers

Till after the end

 

Left floating away

Her arrival sounded by the breaking

Of her once radiant will

Releasing her from

The forced barter

 

A new lease

Now signed in her name