who framed her own murder
to get her husband’s life insurance,
chopped up her father and stepmother
to protect her lesbian lover,
strangled the girls her mother loved more
and pulled out all their teeth,
put arsenic in the family dinner
and watched all their heads drop,
seduced and murdered her professor
then framed him for suicide,
rescued her favorite author
then chopped off his legs
because he killed her favorite character,
the woman who
held up the gun she bought for protection,
under her own name,
the woman who pointed at
a long, arched back,
coated with black, shiny
hair and said, “Wait,
don’t go.”
Yolanda asks
what is happening?
Melissa is like
“What do you
mean?”
Yolanda’s like,
“It’s like I can see you,
but I can’t see you.”
Melissa looks down at her hands
and they are not there.
Somewhere from the mirror
there is snickering.