Pinnacle of stuck high heels
marble scratched and sauce painted
the knife like lullaby of a floating gaze
that never lands,

a long fingered taking that has
no hidden corners,
no ratty blankets for love
or butter quarters with crumb flake
on ass-printed counters and cabinets
a toaster glowing in her mouth
tongue tapping buttons.

Dishes on antique wheels
and laser printed embroidery.