Sally she is twist through

     the honeycombs buzzing

       strikes her soup through spoon

    squish
      squish squish
        splat



   she is alight in Sunday

  stand in chair dress

     fold above t-table
  stumble in the air
        piano clink her song


    flew column of light on the dust to forehead


   but fold the wind on your back

   they're bridges of hands
      craft above tomato river

\  struggled to stay afloat  .




      -I am hungry too




   Sally raises her hands and
  and offers to make me a sandwich
   and and I decline


 &don't don't worry just yet    \  .


    Sally fiddles on the TV

      t-turn the knob pull the strings!


        pulled at your marionette Sally

            Sally hang from the curtains
            swung across the ceiling lights

                Sally the ghosts sift through walls
                Sally battles them with
                in boxing gloves
            five sizes too big