Dorothy

Blows flame into my bones, shares jokes in the dust, then she stays alone, knew her from the jail, a blanket on the dust, always cheery never fails, brought her own console, with that smell of musk, a woman so strong, ice blue on her nails, files them till she's bust, absorbed in all her ways, no one asks for loans, dry cake without a crust, in what she has foregone, haunts me like a ghost, I did what i could, smoke cigarettes on the phone, she rides away at dusk.