Strangled by feathers
purple fades to violet
and men run as fast as they can
to women who harden to stone
see,
when invisible mistakes
are made
the solutions are just as hard
to find.
Like returning from war (the shells! the shells!)
to an empty nothing
no yellow-flowered sundress
no fruited perfume (you are fifteen again)
no soul shaking open mouth
full of teeth...tongue...soul
like it could be your death
and you'd sigh away
smiling.