Full-mooned and glazed
at an angle, ready for Titian to continue working
after returning from an unwanted
vacation. Little Europe prizes the set of
copper pots with matching lids,
sees them as a way of measuring stability.
Stillness does not yet have the shortest lifespan.
Falling asleep is welcome only in parts
to discourage dreaming — she has been warned the boldest
are the hands.
Sprawled across some old-world props she watches
something die, thinking
there goes another who thought the eyes
could outsmart the lips. Watches a sticky spoon
in such a frenzy
the mind goes hungry without checking for poison.