She died the most beautiful death,
even more descriptive than this pair
of greens that clash with one another.
The poetry of Grey Gardens is
all I would ever need just dying.
And then Fort Chaffee burned
like a soul covered in ash under this
green on green tablecloth. January
10th it’s official: I am now a key
that will unlock a heavy door. So
I try to broadcast this. One day I
woke up and wanted to sleep with
him. Turn the lights off and
make it the worst one ever.
