plunging V of cumulus
hug-warm precious and
buoy-gold fishing line necklace noosed
around your curdled elfin neck.
Green like a star at the throat's hollow:
rhinestone the color of salt-liquor;
the color of the snake-drink—drink and be merry!—
rhinestone the color of the sea past sunset;
lick the salt from its bed, martyr yourself;
sea-bloat your body and hack it to fit
fifty-two years of woman
in a two-foot-tall
baby's coffin.