beatific queen of

sharp edges forever

asunder in perpetual twain

in another era her poppy lips bloom

around a cigarette smoke-

flavored center of opioid death

to make you long for the more

drawn-out demise offered

by her Mona Lisa smile

and taxidermy glass eyes

play it safe cling to grace

keep your eyes upon her face

to avoid seeing the spaces

below the tectonic plates

of her skin pulling

apart without logic or art

exposing the blinding light

she carries within.