"A Dress Left On The Hanger"
the man, the man, the man
left town in a tirade
about rotten tomatoes at the local mart
staring at the cashier lady with dog breath
and sagging breasts
she was a thrice divorced mother of three
in her mid-forties
drunk on Chinese takeout and cigarettes
she used to haul cargo across state lines
the house now empty
old Elvis plays on the turntable hi-fi
as night waits to infiltrate the sky
and change its face from light to dark
shadows loom in silence
too much msg in one's diet promotes lethargy
the dress is left on a hanger
dripping wet and seething with unkempt anticipation.
(Note: This was originally written May 27, 2004 for my old blog.)
Copyright: 2004, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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