She lay a long, long time in the clear glass coffin and she did not change—
Follow death with a cat prowling.
Dive into the painted porcelain of face,
tongues lapping white waves.
Smash your hand against casket glass.
Smear your mouth.
Think lips needled shut.
Eyes dizzying blue marbles.
Watch birds flee.
In knots, they’ll shackle the moon.