The Death of the Oscar Mayer Wiener Girl
       

From state to state I rode atop the burnished bun
and crouched in the hot dog shell where I sweltered
six years. Far from my hometown prom queen crown,
I lived in this uniform, polyester glazed with grease.
When I died, they buried me in a coffin lined with mustard.

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