Ceremonial sculpture
It never changes
A glowing Saturn light
A piece of frosting dabbed on her nose
Two figurines standing too close.
Memories of electric jolts
A red-lined mirror with digits in lipstick
She's looking back at herself
Large purple indents swoop just below the eye.
Can't stay asleep, it's always running
My brain never shuts off.
She picks up the broken piece delicately,
Drives it in,
Crucified on a telephone pole.
Gemini star watching you.