She Wore Me Out
Summer city sidewalks hot and gritty,
her heels ticked, heads turned to see.
Were they looking at her wavy blond curls
or the swing of blue linen a-line skirt
waist cinched in suede belt with leather buckle?
Her seamed stockings seduced
anyone who followed, but it was not her
they drew their eyes to. Long snout
bouncing on the breast of her white
tailored blouse, black eyes in permanent
stare, pelt so soft and orange in the light.
She’d take her long-fingered hand
and stroke the fur, as if it were still alive.