9.30

two young girls
stare and comment at the edges of paintings
string bean pants
and strawberry tops
they are american flag colors
flapping, twittering, giggles
they are paired in a way
that makes best friends
mistaken for sisters by strangers in elevators
all the time
then they open their mouths a little wider
decay in junkie grins
too young
for teeth that bad
suddenly their brunette hair
straightens with a hag sheen
they become two sticks clicking together
tied by yarn thread
dry as wood knots
some inferno waiting for them
back in the outside of dumpsters
and crumpled fast food containers
their colors drooling, nods beckoning
a modern crucifiction