Mississippi Mud (Failed Suicide)
by Savannah Bobo


A banjo trying to be a cello;
pretty feet
against the dirty concrete
A swinging light bulb
trying to be a Japanese lantern

Her dress hissing around her thighs
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A pale peach color in pink twilight
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Untying the brown band in her hair
letting it whip;
a lovely trip
To the bottom of the lake
so she can sink dramatically

The colors tell her a pretty lie
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Gorgeous like the red in the sky
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Dropping; a little peach star,
precious,
thrown in a martyr heave
with no ugly concrete
beneath her pretty feet

Water in her ears, sand in her mouth;
unrehearsed and wrong

Head-first;
still wedged into the soil of her home town
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With the ruffles of her dress turned upside-down
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