Before battle she brushes her hair
/a hundred strokes and sour breath/
Unfolds a vintage blue teal dress
from lady beetle tissue
Throws two dice on a leather place mat
looking for a set of sixes

Scents of collection
/her favorite is branded as “Judy Fly’s to the Moon”/
history her age and taste
and are sometimes stolen
by visitors and the landlord
(he cuts keys in the night under her house)