Jane collected jewelry,
never buttons
which were only good for mending.
Jane had: a mother
an iris flower
a cat with a gem color.
In the purple promise of a Thursday
Jane found an amethyst band
and said she was committed.
In a fictional elopement
enveloped in lavender cigarette haze
Jane fled.
Driving toward a city
with gelatin skylines
and plum pavement,
Jane called her mother
who had been worried,
asleep.
Over the lilac receiver
she promised to be unhappy
and quietly resentful.
Mauve-streaked veins
pulsed wine
And Jane put on her purple coat.
