Why wear flip-flops
when you can wear
your sanity
on your sleeve, and
throw a throw
over a shoulder?
Saunter in like a perfumed
old heiress
in furs.
You are worth
all the dead animals.
You are worth the
guilty conscience.
The omens silence themselves
while reading literature and
looking into history,
like a witch into a crystal ball.
Only sees the wart.