She means to be a box.
She would memorize her own vitality
to keep from getting caught in it.
Everybody’s object femme, stranding.
I understand as I too am shorter term.
Lace making with no arms to spare.
I can’t tell either of us apart.
She won’t see me eaten seeing
only herself eating. Sideways, headfirst.
It’s only temporary: why everything my dear.