She remembers
how she twirled
& twirled, avoiding
the assault of flowers.
She remembers
the thrill of inhibitions,
the tension of contrasts
His … Hers.
She remembers
mapping romances
dot to dot, over & over
a young girl
enjoying a grown up
game, twirling again
a woman unraveling
taunted … taunting
She remembers
the promise of intimacy,
the transparent pink,
a lipstick named Goodbye.
She remembers
sliding through
the social folder,
yet again in the grip
of a senseless refrain;
come closer my dear,
says an increasingly blurry
image: an onion shouting fear.
She remembers
a young girl all tangled
up, reduced to
the clarity of taboos.