Across the Room

Across the room
Still breath in her mouth
Unmoved I stumble
Her eyes x-ray mine.

Zigzag I think
She as the crow flies
Impenetrably black
She mobs
Leaving me a handful
Of sweat and ash.

Upon her whispers
I stand and bow
She laughs I come
I come she laughs.

Her voice an uprising
She dances round the wagons
and takes my scalp
wears it when in sequins
and tells the girls
she’s had better pelts.