They pose with the sugar
jar, a sweetness
like the cane's
white death.
Les Demoiselles
D' Automat.
The one with the fake
Russian hat scrunched
over her pageboy points
a pearly fingernail
to hell, or else
she is tapping
a filed-down message
in personal Morse
(like inmates rap)
through smears of Cremora:
Dear Mama:
Look how our lives keep
going on without you.
Diane Arbus: Two Ladies at the Automat by Susan Kelly-DeWitt
Susan Kelly-DeWitt is a former Wallace Stegner Fellow and the author of Frangible Operas (Gunpowder Press, 2024), Gatherer's Alphabet (Gunpowder Press, CA Poets Prize, 2022), Gravitational Tug (Main Street Rag, 2020), Spider Season (Cold River Press, 2016), The Fortunate Islands (Marick Press, 2008) and a number of previous online and small press collections. Her work has also appeared in many anthologies, and in print and online journals at home and abroad. For more information, please visit her website at www.susankelly-dewitt.com.






