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