Fan

your blue linoleum

shines

with tears

all day

your fan

whirls on a long stick

you have nailed

Truman Capote

to your outhouse wall

your white dress

is spotted

with blood

you glide down

the long hall

through the courtyard

past a thorned lemon tree

wild marjoram in a broken pot

blood red sticks

of rhubarb

your white dress

is spotted

with blood

the light shines

between the cracks

in your

outhouse