she's a body of untouched wire and hem, smoke and chalked flags. chafes in brown grass where the redwood locked and fell, molding and contouring to her fallow seat--my lady's sinking ship, never rescued: she never needed.two hard eyes beating reaching for a liftoff moment where the oxygen blued her warm flesh and hydrogen kept her afloat, filmyleaf canopy, and distant swoops under twigs and little bug landings above her trestled collar "hello there, little friend." a bent cassock, his shoes by her bed, neatly folded and a dull arm plied between her willowwhite and ribcage, another bird crushed open to its ruby coronary, where she could see hi