Fun Corner (poetry)

Underage prostitutes walk past the costume shop
in hundred degree heat
One happily remembers to the other
how she went as Cinderella in third grade

how the lace collar itched

how her hoop skirt got tangled
as she crawled through her church’s
lame haunted house

how a friendly churchman,
the one who baptized her
who was on excellent terms with her mother,
lifted her out of the cardboard box
Tunnel of Doom,
took a long time to untangle her skirt,
then commented how the itchy lace collar
was pretty—

feminine and pretty.

-M. Ashley

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