A stranger in a blue wig rolled on the floor,
Her eyes rolled too
Until sclera hues matched wall paint
Matched Styrofoam. Loose change
Founds its marks along the carpet.
Police entered and embedded dead Presidents
In the fabric.
“What’s her name?”
Reasons to name corpses.
Soft kicks to hips.
Officer knelt for prayer
And baptized her blue wig
“WHAT’S HER NAME!”
Details emerged from
Another wallet biopsy,
To become her future…
Named to pay bills.
Usurped from pastures to roam waiting rooms.
Safeguarding hiccups to liberate
Franchises of speech.
Phone calls appear and remind the forethought
Secluded in cranial doldrums. Pay the piper.
Fear the reaper. Kill the darlings.
Count a blessing.
Audio tinny as lifelines disappear
Goodbye to future voicemails.