Murder

the television’s loud
repeating weather report
It’s hot

92 degrees
A rusty gun metal fan
dark mahogany desk
the crumpled brown paper bag
blows across the floor
and dances against the wall
a gorgeous skirt whistles
while lifting composure
intensely

a brilliant opportunity
as gold bullion
toasts sweet perfume
where a standing position
gets you your
cantaloupe haze
dangling earrings
a matching necklace

the door unlocks
and swings open
It’s murder

© 2012 Mari