She stands in the bedroom--She wants to lie
down--Her skin is pale--
Her blonde hair is going
to be undone--
She will be stripped naked--
She is going to fall asleep,
and from that
will hear a recurring lie--(Her
innocence,
her fragile senses, is going to be broken) Her lips are moving
in a mollified massage--She is going to be found
there in the morning--She is going to be found there
in the morning over a second time--She is going
to sleep tonight under This new cloak
of invisibility--She is not going anywhere--
she is lying on the ruffled bed sheets--Her
crown on the pillow tonight is golden leaves.