She may feel shunned, looked at sideways, thinks she deserves it
yet at the end of her D day
if it's a very good D day and many of them are
(every day is D day)
(all glass candlestick holders eventually explode)
She is an arch reflection off the water
bug-like Pisces/furniture incarnate/rain on snow on a tin roof
minnow-mimicking uncharted depths
bellybutton nipple-high-ward
spider dotting on hands and feet
four didactic pivot points along the numb ceramic labium
yet too hot to herself into drop
the four pots of boiled water
the four winds of Chaos
the artifacts of the present
the diluted spoils of everything
(window glass melts a wavy figure)
she loves
lavender oil steam
she loves
