Patches invigorate the ready to wear line
she put to test and no one could be certain—
she ever came out of the blind.
There were rumors, I’m sure
you’ve heard that she never wanted to be
seen after he left her; after all the fuss
over Palm Springs, over the night the moon lapsed
into a deep coma and the best that he could do
was a sad impersonation of a neurotic art whore.
The things he did for a painting or two…
no wonder the poor dear would cloth herself
in camouflage.
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