Kate Cannelloni

Twisted woman
bones fifty four
goose fat skin
and eyeballs galore
she used to persuade men
to part with secrets
and cash
but she can no longer tempt
with her barbed wire gash

She’s smoking her white stick
ash flicked a life
husband gone
kids have all died
staring for hours
in mid-morning despair
chicken spot scalp
where once
was some hair
and now her minutes feel empty
her pillow is cold
she remembers when she had something
and now
she’s just old

Like a tree with no light
she will wither
and rot

Received no luck of fortune
just given
what she’s got