Just once I’d like to wear
By Kenneth Pobo
Just once I’d like to wear
a gold anklet
when a salesman sees me
and is immediately turned on.
Usually I’m in sweatpants,
no one at the door except maybe
a squirrel. It worked
for Stanwyck and MacMurray.
One minute you’re in a living room
talking and the next you’re
murdering her hubby. Plans
are cigarettes that briefly
burn bright. Robinson caught on
and evil turned to ash. Outside
of the dark theater, I don’t hope
that a Robinson will appear. Evil
will burn itself out
though it may take years.
I wonder about
that anklet. When Barbara
went to jail, who got it ?
A resale shop? Maybe
it ended up in the trash,
shining by chicken wings
and a Dixie cup.