She rests
      with her hand
      at her neck
      to keep the air out
      to keep the screams in
      to call attention
           to the press of skin.
She brushes aside
      a wisp of hair
      momentary
      sigh of air
      brings it all back
      to her lips.

Hope

--One vacancy on earth
     is divisible by
     some memory or another.--
Hope was known
     to have quoted the sun.
Eyes more filled with night
     than stars
     she searched the untold limits
     of her innerspace.
     Like the knife
     waved in her face
a dream she had once
kept her up for years.