MONA

She lied to the mirror

brush stroked the truth

Men came to her door to be loved

she acquiesced

Tenament slum

garbage can lined

Dreamt of times

beyond the coast

Lazily, lying

Next to the church

white on the hill

 

Now lived by stretches

imagination and branches

of love imagined

Trees of guilt

nuances of hope

revealed in sunsets and dawns

of scarlet and red

Cannot sleep

beyond the rest

Cannot leave

bereft