Eyes flickering

Condemned

I am not a woman

A foundation

Maison femme collapsing

Pink collar

I’m gripping flowers

Squeezing the juice from the sun

Until it sputters

I am not a woman

Haunting the bed

Night-blooming amity

Pink collar

Choked on scorching rain

Necklace of hands

Fingers hooked around the

Pink collar

Circles an empty sky

(Wait 'til big strums)

A bouquet fried and crackling above the bed I never sleep in anymore