Tweezers Free a Girl
Constance plucks an eyebrow into a fine
line. A starling
a moth (speckled, frantic)
into dull portions of flight. So. Invisibles
invincibly legion. A girl enacts perhaps
with her feet. Rattling her patents over
public and thick with plates of maple bark.
Wind dies. A girl refuses each directive
mourn herself. Roof chips fall, flash,
fall from apartments that crouch
effervesce behind the leaf scrim. Grackles,
too, sparrows, robins, chickadees:
these nervous squads ripple out
between spotted, straight-laced maples.
around her improvised
may poles la da la di-
rehearse a strict parade in their heads
while their limbs snip flounces
of updraft and groundcover, layering a sky
within the sky. One that finally pushes back.