She: The Iridescent

Her hair is gold-

starlight in a shattered mirror

 

and her ears cast away

white elephants that have become too much to carry

 

and her eyes are corrals

with gates left wide open

 

and her smile is a kite tail

snagged on wisps of Cirrus

 

and her tongue is Springtime,

her words are cold as ice

 

and her song is a hummingbird’s egg

lost in the high grass

 

and her reasons are ice skates

with broken blades

 

and her shoulders are a bridge in an earthquake

 

and her arms are silver ribbons

 

and her hands are worn

like sandpaper

 

and her fingers are capsized

sailboats

 

and her ribs are rows of stories

 

and her skin is a map

of the way home

 

and her nose is the smallest part

of a question

 

and her hips are a wishbone

that won’t break

 

and her footprints are detour signs

 

and her dreams are unmanned

hot-air balloons

 

and her promises are shooting stars

 

and her sigh is the shoreline

creeping into the sea.