Her song was never a nightingale

 

she stood on his balcony
he asked her if she was
in the movie.i do what i can
to survive she said, balancing
the candles glued in her hair.

he kissed her.a mouth filled
with paper stars. teeth for
the archeologists to find.

the sun was sliced orange
against the sky. a veiled lady
in the garden held shears.
off with their heads, she screamed
at the flowers.

Zoe Miller

image: little augury via victoria thorne