Midnight Run

“No shoes, no service”
I can never remember when I wasn’t
clutching this slipper by the heel
This anchor to the waking world
I keep seeing her, though
The platinum crafted coyote
With an expression of blank pity
Fixed on her face
As she desperately tries
Not to bleed her liver
Through her hips
(Pink dress on)
I cut through my skirt
And toss it to her feet
It’s coming in soon
It won’t be long until
She’s blood and bones on the floor
And the fluorescent lights
will be past the point of turning off