in their dark glass tank
the lobsters
orbiting the sun

in another world
what would become of us
paper clips

Enigma

Drooping socks with scuffed, worn down black high-heeled pumps. Her suit, pale blue. Too tight and too short. Her jacket hangs open revealing a low cut baggy fushia blouse. She looks as if she has gathered her outfit from a cast off clothes bin. Her face and hair contradict her clothes. Shiny long blonde tresses. Meticulous makeup. Sparkling white teeth. What has generated such a clash of personalities within a single person?

balancing
paper cup and cigarette—
cracks in the sidewalk