*A manifest of hibiscus-pollen
and drive for trinity
Of hope, lust, and poison
but not merely its colour bonds
A gem of vain sprinkles and cockroach legs
The pursuit of truth and fleshy insides

*A napkin with her brother’s call of change
Because she tried to lose herself
Until there’d be nothing left
Since someone else said
A generation of Cinderellas
and the perpetuated muse trope