her rebellion sprouts once warningly kissed beneath the buzz

of jets bound for endless possibilities—a vessel on a vessel, filling

spilling—now dislocation shakes the body, she jabs her inherited verandah awning

with a familiarly disparate rod, hollowness cannot stay full devoid of voice

scooping up all excess with foreign fingers, sprawled in loose defiance

she laps up rations of difference, quenching a piercing never healed through

her hope squeezed thick as sealant: repelling rearticulation of energy stolen—

slowly, slowly, self-awareness climbs free of the cluttered depository: clear

the ancient throat, shaking off dead letters, reclaiming long forgotten punctuation