Sue Carnahan
Made-Up
red-pink rhubarb stalks likesplit halves of a false architectural column
roped to the bed of a smoking yellow
Chevy and sagging a bit likerubber spatulas you left in the pan after flipping
fried eggs in bacon fat—two pupils moored in a pair of
silky, purplish irises
rimmed by a spiky fence a little likelashes significantly thicker with mascara