.
i imagined sails
high
fleshing through flowers
petals slicing the sky
like plucked fish scales
hair bows
and bobby pins
are all that remain
i don’t know why you’ve been hiding
it’s a bargain
being toted away
in small batches
used to caulk
scrapes in the earth
the bowl is dry again
but another cache of rice
is soaking in gasoline
-the surprise-
it gets darker
when
the shadows leave
