I was a volunteer.
She was a terminally ill resident.
To confuse and elude Death,
she always wore a colorful silk shirt
and slacks under the covers in bed.

Death does not come to those in turquoise or hot pink
street clothes, she reasoned.
To augment the ruse, she surrounded herself with issues
of Vogue magazine.
Because Death does not come to those barricaded by High
Fashion, she believed.