Sophisticated
Lady
A high heeled shoe who wore out a whore. The lady is round and
punishing and repels mosquitoes. Black seeds in her eyes like skid
marks. A hat-shaped green plant worn like a mountain. Wire coat
hangers. Against a light blue, sea hue background. She walks near a
boulder. A shoe/human hybrid figure, slouching on the high heel.
Allowing herself to be swallowed by night. She's been injected with
fire, the only light in the forest. One arm ablaze with yellow sparks.
But she's an unassuming person, humble. How many minutes does it take
to die by burning. Don't take up the people's time. Everybody, turn
your faces away. Oh here it comes, numbers slumbering, 7654321, a small
army wandering off a trail ending in zero. But she's still breathing.
Resurrected without the pounce of death. Her diamond teeth, surprising
everyone. Her fire, the crackling shine. She slouches down, can't get
back up. Round and kind and dead all over.
Kim Salinas Silva
is from Rhode Island. Her works appear, or are forthcoming, in The Literary Review, Litbreak, Poor
Yorick, BarBar, MONO Literary, Unbroken, Gone Lawn, South Florida
Poetry Journal, Meniscus, The Disappointed Housewife, Rhode Island
Bard's Anthology, etc.