Free Entry 1, Week 7

Peach belly full
She hangs. A time capsule
Of birthday cakes and wine bottles
decorate
Her skull like shrapnel
Decorates a leg. She scans
Verse written by a woman
Who uses her shoe
As an ashtray. Laughing
She twiddles her thumbs.
A man sneaks by
Wearing nothing
But his underclothes
holding a wastebasket.
Hmm, she thinks. Office party.
Glancing over at the table
She spots
Spools of yarn. She knows the yarn
Is the right color
Blue
because she wants
To bite it, like a cheek.
The twisting knots of the wool
Remind
Her of the suicide in the neighborhood
Last winter. The man’s mother
Died. Elderly.
Varicose veins of blue yarn.
He could not live without
Mother.
His intestines
Spilled out
like blue yarn.