Saturday, June 10, 2017

Miss Garland Died on her Commode

Perhaps she weakly 
reached behind to flush –
and if she did,

from where she sat 
(and where they later 
found her tiny body dead),

and in that silvery plash
of cataract beneath
her little bum,

I wonder if she faintly 
heard not “I’ll Get By,”
but “Frances Gumm.”

Might have been
what made her –
let her – go.


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