In the silence of its yawn,

it swallowed fallen skate keys,

hopscotch tokens, a collection

behind veiled eyes

in pose of the dead

she inhales quiet breaths

Morning coffee

spills

stains

wash a sonnet

Shadows lie to live, 

tell us we’re taller, thinner, 

flat as the earth was once

Teetering on galloping stallions

unfettered on flying trapeze,

girlish fantasies rock

A secret scrawled

on fans bound women