She does she

takes off her socks like

everyone else she

thinks of the time and I should be sleeping and

it keeps her from sleeping

She does touch her soft belly

and wonder what it means she

runs through a list like you do

of who she doesn’t want to talk to tomorrow she does

scratch her left ankle

with her right toe she does set

an alarm in case someone doesn’t

wake her like they’re supposed to

She does dream of the child she saw in the field of marigolds

She sees the linoleum floor

And her mother wiping down the table with

a dirty dusty-smelling rag with that lemon cleaner smell in it

She wakes to find herself solving



Salvaging always she does