ManicWorld Magazine

Leopard print lady
I always admired your jaunty hat
Eyelash queen
Pulling your chariot
Completing your mission at the
break of first light
Smiling regardless
No stranger to violence
Brought trinkets to me
Because that was you
On all fours in the gravel
Your chariot unravelled
We searched for your keys
While ignoring your plight
Bleached trouper in fur
Long-coated blur
Dissolved in the liquid
So diligently served