Mink Coat

There are many
in antique malls in Nashville,
death hung on wooden hangers
in shades of brown.
Today I saw a white one swung
across a corner booth, next to kitchenware
and faded postcards, hooked high
with a paper tag marked 1495.00.
This is how vanity floats
flesh to flesh,
stripped off of one soul,
sold to another.
The darkness stands over night like this
when a star falls.