bridely enveloping a jack and an app - Jenna Lackey

Still hidden away a tattered un-tossed iris bouquet

and a copious amount of sweet vanilla cake

still able to be smelled. The black

tied dress, a vision of luxury in her head, but it’s lacking the book

to address who was around. Way back then a hefty ring

was stolen in the plucky flannel coat,

and in the other pocket a cheesy Robert Frost

note which was to be read out loud to say an I love you numb. There was a gram

of grim in the frosted air on the cold train

ride out when she left under feathery birdered cover

where she lost Ma,

a mother who just wanted a splendored name. So, she ran in

doubt of the future still in the flowered-lacy eggshell veil.

The crust

of a crowd is only a blur, hazy but faded to her now. These days she watches the sparrow

float while she rides the rails of the swinging city from the clangorous tube.

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