even festively adorned, for clever
by half has nothing to do with bandages.
The rude socialite glitters, false or true;
it’s interpretation which won’t be done easily
or without grammatical mistakes.
What’s in the packed bags?
Is it shiny? Can you trade it for bread?
Anything on the curb is yours
if you’ve got the muscle, the time,
the blind eye. Don’t try and lecture
the moneymen, the bravo boys,
the former soldiers holding their heads.
Don’t make laws and break them
with malice. Don’t you love that word?
Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in such journals as Poetry, Rhino, Nimrod, Poetry East, The Saint Ann’s Review, and others. She’s also published fiction and humor as well as stories and poems for children. Among the honors she’s received are awards from the Seattle Arts Commission, Hugo House, and Artist Trust. She’s been a Jack Straw Writer, a Pushcart Prize nominee twice, and held a residency at Hedgebrook. Her chapbook, “There are Crows in My Blood”, was published in 2007 and another chapbook, “Happy Darkness,” was released in 2011. She lives in Seattle.