Author: The final sentence.

It stayed like that: a rosy ring of jailed blood that came to the barred window
and never left.

It was like that.

I’ll be the girl they say pink things to,
so weightless she arrives by ghost.

This is the film
I could finally get cast in.

They say it looked like a big flower had sprung
in the place where I shot myself dead,
just like those ribbon pigtails clung
onto either side of your head.

The way she could turn in to her camera close-up
like life depended on her.

I draw a door on the floor and tell him, This is where dad
used to take me for dinner.

She looked up and out and jumped
into the stars, into the famous
valley of light.

Works for me.

I’m told they buried they body with the garter belt still on.