Red Umbrella by Christopher Shay
She Considers
She'll do it neat
surgically quick
Lavoris-clean in white shoes
like a 1960s doctor
rendering him lobscouse
Capote-cold blood overhead
like an icky red umbrella
fresh fodder for ants and crows
left crusted in poison ivy
for the American Pickers to find
she drives off
in a Lyndon Johnson limousine
to a quiet destination for a smoke
it feels good...
but his eyes are open
looking at her
like she just stole his bicycle
Tess Kincaid
August, 2011
Posted over on her site Life at Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 80
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