Strategy

She spends Winter
as an inactive pupa,
adjusting herself to
her own coldness
& small disasters.

She is tired of her poems
& dark shades.
It's been insane
to be coaxed by
her excusable flaws.

One day
she will write a note,
explaining her death,
her love, her hunger for
healing.

When it happens,
I will be right where
I should be:
slipping into imprecision.

alexis
2015