surface area

feigns when the interlopers ploy

an hourglass and

cinch her waist between two fingers

to morph, meld her to be one with the glass

until what remains is sand

itching at the fractures in

time. grains in pixels on

figures at ease obey what

even they cannot; elusive 

at the fingertips to not a soul

but alas, the landlord to her

thoughts have capsized the

chords, the tempo, the frequency

aligned to the Melody

reverberating slander. she cannot yet 

utter a syllable to the soil she 

cultivates. nor the wallet 

held dear to a body convicted 

as real estate except

no longer shall we halve

populations; double standards;

mock square units of fabric

glazing skin; chide those who

conform or deviate;

have no Grace for trespassing

when Faith reigns.