by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I think back

to That Night of Black Magic

when I was dressed in beaded

dark grey lace

enthroned by the mink

of a dead mother-in-law

— silver heels decked

My Feet

rhinestones spiralled around My Neck

The Place was packed

when I tottered in

to drink only water

next I looked

The Place was cleared

but for My Party Of Six

My Truest Friends

out for fried fish & burgers

& cranberry puddng

until unforecasted snow

compelled Us to go

leaving no shoe