Shadow’s
Murder
at Connyland
Rain on crystals of the chandelier.
The shards slip on my woolly sweater.
Oatmeal raisin as the smell of wet sheep.
Humans sell birdbaths with heaters.
Swiss partiers murdered Shadow,
by driving nails in her inner ear
pounded by careless lovers,
look away when striking,
ignore their emails.
Salt water freezes
at negative twenty-one.
A stranger carried my box of books
to the finish line for free with ice breath smile.
While you shrug off the shame of snowflakes so they won’t stain.
Can a dolphin thaw from the terror of methanphetamine in the tank?
Copyright © Caroline Gerardo 11/29/2011
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