Babs

how like crazy
she got up to one knee
with a fish hook
stuck in

that was a miss
ceramic flinch
oh remember your debts?

why today
that you claw
for tasks
in the dark

lying under the rug in the library

air wont imply too much
the motion of your stomach will say more
the delivery of your rehearsed lines, rehearsed all day
even @ coffee break
spreading desert into your girlhood
spilling into your mother's nebula

petrified