She sinks into her own safe world
free here, no one cares about her
bleached blond hair, lipstick the
color of a tangerine…
Her long slender leg’s cross and uncross
her spikes fall off exposing
brightly painted toenails –
American Health opened on her
lap, a pack of Salems to her left.
She sets the table for breakfast,
wanting to be his bride…
The Tangerine Lady smiled passing the
woman no long protected by glass,
“trash,” she hands her the wad of gum.