Virginia

Virginia


Virginia
sits by the open window
silently blanketed.
A robin sings frantically
in hot twilight.

the blonde across the street
piles broken tables
onto the hood
and slams the car door
backs hard
planks clattering to the pavement
a ponytailed girl in glitter sandals
freezes

Virginia
sits by the open window
silently blanketed.
She remembers dancing
in a green painted room.

the blonde across the street
explodes in cigarette smoke
spins in fisted anger
daring a laugh
a window shade drops
inviting ferocity
she tosses the broken bits
back onto the hood

Virginia
sits by the open window
silently blanketed.
She remembers a patent leather
handbag.

The blonde across the street
says you gotta problem I
gotta throw this all away
cause you told
I was gonna burn all this
can't even make a goddamn
campfire
you gotta problem

Virginia
sits by the open window
silently blanketed.
She remembers her mother
and spiced perfume.

the blonde across the street
climbs unsteadily into the car
backs slow
across the turnabout
and stops at the dumpster
spears splintered legs
and shards of formica
at the stain rusted metal

Virginia
sits by the open window
silently blanketed.
A robin sings frantically
in hot twilight.