she sleeps through 11:11 from night til morning everyday
and she ain’t seen a birthday cake in years, you know?
she collects the pennies from fountains, won’t dare to throw one away
and the stars give her satellites instead of fire in the sky
so every night, when the ache boils to a burn
in her little secret room
in her little secret heart
she rips out her eyelashes with her fingernails and blows
bits of wishes and mascara across the floor
and wish and will for more eyelashes to grow