Claine Keily # 28 Saints and grassless yards

She sits there beside
a little heater
outside the window
some victory
her animal
impossibly warm
like something stolen

It is a strange kind of revenge
for her to stay late in bed
to eat even
when not hungry

Despite the ways
she burdened libraries
the way she can
match him and beyond
without saints in female form
disguised as whores or in tuxedos even
she would be a pony wintered
in grassless yards