Her Name Was Candy

Her dress was lit from within,
maybe a hundred tiny bulbs.
I wondered about rain and
electrocution. And the deep
V-neckline seemed to keep

falling. I don’t know how she
did that. I don’t think she
could have bent forward
without breaking laws. She
was handing out flyers to
men mostly. The ones who

wanted a closer look. The
type that didn’t read flyers
or need an electric range now
with a $50 rebate. The ones
who looked back after walking
away like they couldn’t believe
she left them at the altar.