Trade fuller hips for a bigger smile 
Make less of yourself to feel more of yourself
But I hear the rattling of bones
As you approach 
Sense that glass hand waver
In form-fitting skin
See eyes flicker and fumble
For the golden-green pools 
They once were 
Have frozen over

In periphery 
See a glimmer of a grin
Gone in an instant 
Question if I ever saw 
That lightning-smile
At all

Between spaces in time where
We meet, rhapsodies stand like 
Latent heat; wood whittles 
To the bone; matches burn
Blunt; watch those fire-trees 
Shed snakeskin leaves

See what you saw 
Signal your stranger’s reflection:
Delete her inches
Compound her insecurities 
Petrify her fears 

Is she happy? 
Or hollow?