BLACK AND PURPLE PETUNIAS #3

Georgia O'Keeffe

She sat at my table, hands restless,
fiddling with the chipped tea cup.
She flicked at her hair, twisted it
up with a clip, then let it loose,
falling over her collar, the white
blouse hiding the marks where
he gripped her, tight. She knew
they would bloom, black
and purple, a handful of night.
~Barbara Crooker

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