you called?
blushed onyx marble face
glowing above the racks
a Shade come back
soft ghost hair blown by a wind long died
lips opening
or closing…
were you content for that 1/120?
I can’t tell
I know only
the dim and hopeful goddesses near you on the racks
can’t wait for you to leave
you’ll be back after they’re gone
you’ve got all the time