Elissa King
windows to a shaded ego
sugar-glazed light filters
to a singular emphasis
tumbling to the street
where Heaven displaces its own Hell
thru fantastic associations:
marvel in my fedora, with an orchestra and a tutu
we drew lots---
who should keep the Valentine?
a finale that falters
through lavish production
my legs tangle, my voice escapes
I dragged you to the footlights
secretly called your bluff
but let's pretend YOU won
then who will you be when the Savior comes:
a sinner's only friend