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
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.