She wears her death penalty dress,
soothing the creases
and taming the crinoline.
Beguiling, she hopes, claiming
to have been brought here on purpose.
“Look at me!” the gown pleads, whispering,
Wrong cut, poor fabric.
But, she insists that the dress
is not only fashionable
as others swish by in more
progressive textures and tones,
the colors New Mexico is known for.