She sat neglected at the party
Hunched beneath a lawn chair
As people circled the barbeque
Swooping for charred meat
Sipping whiskey
No one even cared enough
To sink a knife into her flesh
Next
She rolled around the house
Appearing in different rooms
Lurking in dark corners
Appearing underfoot in the dark
Strange hieroglyphs
Etched into her deep green skin
She was banished to the porch
When fear of rot set in
No one wanted to witness
The various humors
Leaking out across the wood floor
She was there
Sitting innocently enough
Witnessing the embarrassment
Of the naked trees
Their leaves below them in dry drifts
The urge came upon us, irrepressible
She was heavy
But not too heavy
Our knees bent, arms taut with elastic energy
She traced a beautiful arc
Landing with a satisfying wet smack
A supernova of pulp
On the concrete path
Dallas in Short 