the veil covers her freckled face;
virginal white, the irony is too precious
to pass up.

a lit cigarette in her hand,
her face made up like a whore's
(because isn't that what she is?)

and she's sitting on a swing
in an abandoned park
where she half-remembers playing during
her elementary school years.

(michael used to chase her around
and kiss her cheek on the slide.)

she should have known he
wouldn't show up in the end.