i wrote today...

past time museum romantic

insects shut her lids
mechanically blinking her oval
opals
broken beer glass falls from her
eyes, green, blue and brown
like on the shore
slitting cheeks as it falls
thumbelina brings the blind mice
in on the handicapped van
and pack the recyclable material
you are jealous the
fairy tales get more
of her than you
her bug gutted blood painted
skinny skin face stretches to your
fingertips
you pick up a wrench
and demote yourself.
you'll let her stay for an hour
you've always wanted red linens.