the strangeness of my face
as I guide her toward Czech glass light
reminds me of mercy—startling in its green degree
like a blond child
in a stale velvet dress
your need is drastic,
a ribbon slashes your good neck
a Southern belle
overturned and rung
in a heart-pink corset
all undone
everything about you ruined,
family, fortune, fame
your breasts, most of all,
failed and falling
whose telephone number
will you recall
when you can reach
no one at all?
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