Sitting in a vinyl banquet
Eating greasy fry after
Greasy fry, licking her fingers
Black crushed velvet gloves lying precariously close to the plate
Sucking Coca-Cola through a straw
A furry cocoon under the florescent lights
She was beautiful in the way that
Any imploding star is beautiful.
Too young to be a debutante
(Too far north)
And too old to be
The star of her own Sweet Sixteen but
God damn did she try.
She could see it in the bottom of her glass:
The red rose in the
Glass bell jar that she would
Imagine pricking her finger on or the
Clock that chimed twelve
Terrible times when her
Heel got caught as she was
Running down the stairs and she
Twisted her ankle and had to go to the
Emergency room on a gurney,
Appropriately
She wouldn’t change a thing if she could
Do it all again.
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