Look At the Way She’s Twitching

So maybe she’s draped in several yards of handmade
Chinese silk carefully dyed with the blood of an
albatross that was captured live off the coast of Java
sometime near the end of the 19th century

& the long string of pearls around her neck
the silver & the jade & shark tooth ear-rings
& power tools

She dreams in suspicious languages
beneath carboniferous cabbage leaves she
very deliberately picks up & holds like
Tibetan chalice rags in the wind

I love the way she wanders in through the back
door of my mind, unsteady as she tiptoes barefoot swaying
in the golden California light 6:32 PM Pacific Standard Time
& everything around her turns to glass