Tattered Blue Endings
by Jean McLeod


She’d spun her morning
too far toward dusk
dressed yesterday’s body
in today’s fashion
nurtured dependence,
twined it through
the vulnerability
of her glass-slippered dance
as she skipped from
bar, to bottle, to bed,
until her façade fragmented
and the keening began.






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