She Sleeps

She sleeps in the shower wearing a blue velveteen collar

from her wedding which the groom’s side didn’t see

She’s blessed again & blessed ’til the blue begins

to bead, dropping around her like fire

dream after dream

she struggles

down

the

drain

to slowly rise

out of the latest splash

of quiet tangerine; an opus

she sings while she is rowing

around the drain.  Married again;

married and again until her sands drift away.

She sifts the stream of blue velveteen across her face

Bleeding tears of rational fears that strike her while she lays.

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