Pink

[Tricia gave us the following picture to work with for this week's Monday Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect. The photo is one of her own, re-posted here by permission. See her blow for details.]




















Pink

I couldn't help myself. I heard
my voice calling her a painted hussy,
trying too hard to attract attention,
and some of it likely to be the wrong kind.

All the while, she was, in all likelihood,
just being herself, an unfortunate
fish-out-of-water, a cosmopolitan
intellectual, in a poor Podunk diner.