hotel room
she’s been somewhere
an event with felt hats
& required feathers
sharp now, she’s undressed
alert in red whale lip
fat & a one piece
it’s done
her auburn hair still
shapen
her mind tendrils unfall
as smoke-curtained
creatures
long trapped in cool amber
shit now there’s no spring
to her mind flit
a formerly black-and-white
film
an ancient & Mesozoic
world
no, see simply a mattress
& museum dioramas
from the era of
long-necked
dinosaurs, silent movie
stars
& white sheets
this, a filthy fifties
noir trapped
in her caramel brown
attaché
some case you have there.
the evidence uncovered in
a dress
where plucked purple-esc
irises spot
the pigmented fabric
from nearly transparent to
dark
like bird fossils burning
holes
her black stilettos left
empty
one-by-one, left &
then right
on the way inside
