.

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