Spells and Counter-spells

A fistful of truffles To eclipse Her deeper statelessness

An autographed card To offset the safer Gloom.

She whispers in the first-degree.

Antinomies, Like children, Hope Beyond all-hope.

What wasn't In the woodwork:

A lullaby To haunt And soothe her

A maternal ghost Inside the glass

She devoured Madame Bov, And underlined With felt-tip pen,

She wanted to die, but She also wanted to go to Paris.

Magic words and Fighting words

Imagined Blind insurgency.

Knocking sound On glass And wood.

In darkness A body

Holds itself.

Another body Watching.

All night The girl Sits shiva For her life.