Sue Carnahan – Made-Up


Sue Carnahan

Made-Up


red-pink rhubarb stalks like

split halves of a false architectural column
roped to the bed of a smoking yellow
Chevy and sagging a bit like

rubber 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 like

lashes significantly thicker with mascara

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