Two Drowned Women Walk Into A Bar

one,still freshly

dripping.

salt cuts the lines

under eyes/over glued

lashes, now

drooping, now

laden with crystalline ending.

“that sucked,”

says the younger,

“what an awful way to die.”

“Could it be worse?” says the older

while taking a seat at the bar.

the tender wipes down

his glasses, looks

hard, indifferent —

the women are blue

the women are silky

rigor mortis molds

them right into his seat.

he says

“Thirsty?”

Published by Hannah

Just yer average girl next door.

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