Disappearing Acts

she is so good at harm
and healing

without knowing the rules or
if there's an escape plan

she goes to eat, alone,
to bed, alone.



there are flowers in the house

even with ten inches of white blankness

separating the ground from the sky--



she separates herself into the midst-mist,

the middle of each plane is where

she makes "home"  in the bokeh

that the eye can never focus on.



she dissipates into the morning grey

because she is no longer loved



by the sea or the windows or the paintings

in the DAM.



not even the girls walking Colfax

in their seven inch skirts & five inch heels

pay her any notice.

she learned from a young age to



disappear completely.





or she refuses to disappear.

wears a red leather jacket to her grandmother's funeral
over a little black dress, standing on tiptoe
so her stiletto heels won't sink into the dirt

four months pregnant.

she watched puppies being born and cried a lot
while people whispered do you think it's hormones?

do you think she finally lost it,

that thing she was always looking for.