Garish Green Skirt

imprinted eyes

in the back of my legs,

ankle to thigh

scarred

like staples in a seam

a permanent stocking

a cheap whore in a supermarket

a doorway leads to a red dress

hanging polka dots

too small, so I

s t r e t c h

into chaos

beautiful & ugly

a garish green skirt

frumps from my fruit

bare breasts too full

walk into a dream –

she sits in front of the mirror

blank _________

I sneak a glance

at my reflection;

I am topless, fat & ugly

where am I?

where is my baby?

Poetry Out West