Across the room
I tremble
breath in her mouth
still unmoved
I stumble
her eyes x-ray mine.

Zigzag
I think
she as the crow flies
impenetrably black
she mobs
leaving a handful
of sweat, ash and me.

Stand and bow
I do
upon her every whisper
she laughs I come
I come she laughs.

Her voice uprising drums
I dance around the wagons
she takes my scalp
wears it when in sequins
and tells the girls
she’s had better pelts.

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