Ceremonial sculpture
It never changes
A glowing Saturn light
A piece of frosting dabbed on her nose
Two figurines standing too close
Memories of electric jolts
A red-lined mirror with digits in lipstick
She's looking back at herself
Large purple indents swoop just below the eye
Can't stay asleep, it's always running, running, running
My brain never shuts off
She picks up the broken piece delicately
Drives it in, crucified on a telephone pole
Gemini star watching you, watching you
