Red White Black

Illustration for poem:

“She had a messy dress,” she jested to Chester, the man who questioned her motives for pouring flour on her lap. She always spoke of herself in the third person now, a habit she employed to lessen the pain of accepting responsibility for her actions. The ketchup she spilled on her white dress while attempting to drown a fly seemed less obvious doused in flour. She liked to pretend it happened to someone else.