She sleeps naked
on top of her sheets
in the summer
and early autumn.
At night tan lines appear
around her ******* like pockets of daisies
patched in grass fields.
Her dreams glide on a warm breeze
from the window left of her toes
to the one above her head.
Tonight she dreams of travel,
of Columbus, being the only woman
on the Santa Maria when it falls
off the edge of a flat Earth
into Neptune's orbit.
She awakes face down
painted in clear sweat
along her spine
to the smell of dry leaves
clung to her window.