Borderline Crossing

Flat as the sign of fleeing immigrants

her eyes storm fever yellow

–warning diamonds that

tried to get pregnant in the shower

the whole time–

but the sperm preferred blow up dolls,

and the Ivory soap bubbles were infinitely better looking…

bypassing her Plain-Jane egg

for a daughter who smelled of milk,

who did Calculus in her head,

who pushed pins through

butterflied wounds,

and enjoyed shocking news.

Hoarded like water,

recounted to gratify–

–the newest question:

“Do you know who died today?”

(on a scale of one to ten)

“Because I do…

I know who died today…”

not hearing him

> grab <

for air

extending

electron orbit

into space.