To Rise
a deeply
scalloped
shoulder
cannot hide the shadow of
organza
Here, the
reclining
widow
decorated
with ruffles
mouth
arching,
as if to say
I am nothing
but
a low
sweetheart
a
music box
will wake her
catlike
in the library
with a
shimmering
fireplace
her
neighbor
a beautifully shaped
princess
displays
photographic
ice
cream
a new sofa
peach, rose,
and periwinkle
It is
a swollen
garden
Rain is beating on the roof.
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