We are keeping an eye on the girls.

–Marina Tsvetaeva

Whispering how in a town called Reason, women give birth to coat hangers

We watch Ljubitsa consult tea leaves at daybreak, with the panache

Of coroners. O the dawn!–why, its just some old element crooning

Here the famous sentence, sucked out with a sigh: so be it then –

"Must to take another lover." From her open window’s altitudes, up high :

The departing people. There, so small, take a look. Hover. Morning ticks

Agush–a sun to send up its verdict, messy as it shoves up the bleeding

Balloon; horizon colonized along the rip, undone : sick valentine–not a sign!

And Ljubitsa to swoon "The people getting smaller below but still I want

If dropped from here, could smash to pieces last night’s moon! Our Ljubitsa:

"Am not from here." Once hollow, luna, pale as labcoats now nurses its meat awning.

Now Ljubitsa, our black sister, swelling up

A failed queen! What refusal! To not bleed from the mother’s cup.