March 2021
Alessandra Foster
gplusa@joimail.com
Bio Note: I am a native of NYC, a twenty-five year resident of Milwaukee, a vegan for forty years, and a lifelong reader and writer of poetry. I am deeply grateful for both latter activities, as well as for my sweet-tempered chihuahua-terrier companion. TCM and Hallmark movies take up a huge amount of my time. Publication venues include Ariel, Bramble, and Avocet weekly.

Still Life in a Window

Bright red blood
smears the small shorn head
tiny ochre lashes
frame widened glassy eyes
the body stripped naked, 
all pale pink stretchy skin:
in forced repose
a real lamb lies.
 
Someone tucked
one tiny foot
into one loose fold
of empty skin,
insides nearby,
component parts
in brilliant red array
displayed.
 
Beautiful Italy
where  butcher
is artist.
Originally published in WFOP Calendar 2018
©2021 Alessandra Foster
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