Soaked petals blow in the fan;
one petal moves, one petal falls,
curved green leaves ache their spines.
Glass shatters—streaks along the floor,
I grind my knees in it, I stay quiet,
I watch the feet.
Tick tock, the heels stab the floor,
bony fingers, black-haired knuckles grasp thighs,
I am tickled with tulle and feathers.
I sneeze, someone sees.