On the Armless Statue on my Living Room Counter
hip juts in clay skirts,
a cloth cast, wrapped. Glazed domestication.
Her waist pinched in naked air,
goosebumps smoothed by artist hands
and oven heat.
Hair pleated. Braided permanence.
And her eyes cast down,
and she always remembers her
Phantom elbows bend,
shadow fingers mingle at the torso.
Raise lilies for her motion, in memory.
Her reminiscing, an apparition.
Her imaginings, a coy thing.
Envision what was,
her fantasies. Haunt her.
of fingers twitching,
palms pricked by lily stems
and sharp leaves, gripping.