The blue plastic bracelet from last night’s party
Looked just like a hospital wrist ID;
The stamp on Alice’s hand christening her a VIP
Had faded and spidered across her skin,
A painted bruise. Her head thumped, and her thin
Arms trembled all day. Who was this shaky twin
Shuffling and struggling along the street?
Six hours earlier, Alice had glittered in the heat
And cave-like dark. Today she was ill with defeat.