Epicanthic eyes and brows that peak,
that point to a grey-streaked tangle.
Cat anger, quick spitting, sharp
drives her car blindfolded, singing.
Small hands, inkstained, and nails cut down, cut back, cut short.
Rolling lust and the clenched gasp of desire
pulls the weeds in a garden of peas and lilac.
Walking, toes pointed out and hips rolling like roadside warnings,
fatigued pleasure and indolent joy
washes her pots and pans, singing.