She bleeds all in her dress on the back seat of the taxi
Home from the bone
Another good girl dawn
Even in my Emily Dickinson silence
I can always hear the click click click
Of the bitch about to pounce.
Although I dream of sitting among the big cats
Don't you know
in the zoo order
from maneater to shrew.
Later, at the dry cleaners, the man says
the dress would the multitudinous seas
incarnadine. Too bad, I sez
It was one of my favorites