Shorter works

A fall

I slide into Wednesdays
My doormat wrapped around my middle
Itching, I enter my favourite store,
If only my friends’ feet were more clean

My face is a beacon for wavering ships
My purse ruptured, excited
My fingers grasp like hungry tentacles
A ruby stick glinting—homeless

“Too much! too much! too much!”

I flee the store
Trembling as I watch misled shipping
Caressing the jagged rocks of Wednesday
And dripping their own ruby jewels into an indifferent sea




[This poem was written under the pseudonym of Mary Shardness, who is the heroine in a novel that I have not yet written.]