was a box in a room of flowers
for Tammy. And Debra, friend
Goldilocks playing Sleeping Beauty,
ruptured brain not seen on the playground
when she fell to the ground, her mother rushing
out of the house--but no, she was IN the house;
Debra rushed IN the house when she fell. And the upholstered
bed with flowers made her parents' eyes bright, their purchase,
their hands soft with emptiness lining the room walked
foot by foot, heel to tow, two to heal in Tammy's swing
set above her house, the happiest birthday
I remember dying free, childlike as child was not
pushed, just swinging, dying Now, pushing my adult
back to the mausoleum, I look for fabric
and new springs and Nothing upholstered, in any box at all,
lined or flowered, Nothing but Sleep walking
Goldilocks home.