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




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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