The next day I stay
Stay awake.
In another land a woman
Locks a book in her heart chest.
I recreate blue with my face,
Talented flesh,
And the thermometer crusts with ice
As the heat peels away from my skin.
Look,
I’ll tell you what to do.
Bury the sewing kit
And all the afghans.
Lay your knitting needles in a raft,
Set it ablaze in the neighborhood duck pond.
Let other women gawk with scorn.
These women are not your neighbors.
Stalagmite fangs,
Sweeping the breath away from you,
Leather handbags stuffed with original creature.
I will be wakeful, watchful,
Unable to create the heat I need
To close my eyes.
Will you rededicate your life to sleep?
Miniature Moon 