envy


i walk around with her name on. a sock on the hand. i say 'i'm blonde'. i say 'look at my dress." i collect the tiny tatters turned to glitter against the baseboards. the dust of bodies so old it sparkles. our feet have polished all the crumbs. she wakes up slowly. scratches her eyelashes. i find one on my breakfast plate. i pluck it from the egg. wear it on my cheek. snatch the wish that accompanies such things.