Lounge Area

Stiff stilts of   herself.

Silver bag of   herself

with turquoise gilt

midriff.

(Shake it but

no more will fit.)

Red lipstick line

between the folds — 

precise — 

opposite baby’s soft

gurgling.

Have you lost your

passes?

Greeks pictured the afterlife

as an insipid version

of  the world they knew.

But they couldn’t

see this.

Two women,

with red mesh crests

atop white hair,

enter the lounge area;

one laughs, “I feel

like we should

say something.”