Red is what Clare wears:
a sassy hat
with what used to be a rose
tucked into its ribbon
tighter than skin
tight jeans
a low-cut flowery dress.
‘Bastard!’ she says to Aaron.
***
The echoing rose James wears
is wilting too, drying as we watch.
***
The night
air cools.
***
Clare wears
youth and beauty lightly.
She wants to go indoors,
where it’s warm.
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