Photo by Kathryn Dunn She would have hated if I said it was an easy death she'd growl me to the corner wrong and sorry for it but her face I couldn't recognize nude layers of foundation smoothed like clay on her skin transparent to the blue of crack house beatings on her cheekbones it wasn't easy to be Jane Doe in the cold morgue days later her Christian name given back to her on paper her body formalized transported transported and again transported where they had only her nose to work with the rest of her face broken and skinny in the pink funeral home light I hated to see her hands nails newly painted fingers wrapped in her mother's favorite rosary B.E. Anstandig for JRC 1973-1999