but for a bloated belly. She
can’t conceive the wealthy.
Her happiness isn’t a commodity.
Sneaking , creaking stairs,
fear is not hiding today.
Steps gentle, but firm enough
to conceal their secret running.
three plastic wheels within four cement walls.
Pedal faster, faster,
winter’s glint gilding purple wrappers, thrown!
freed from the grocery!
Fluttery wings of waxed ceremony,
falling like confetti
Lie in testament to the speed of five,
in rhythmic chant,
piece after piece after piece.