Wore the devil’s broken heart on her sleeve
as darkening stain on unused bridal veil,
filled cellar with sea water
so she could become Siren
and sing herself to sleep
Diving from the kitchen sink
believing she was swallow. Vowed to
bequeath the Olympic medal to her mother
His suburban wife and children mere mirages
reflected in rusty bath taps –
behind the mask her tears turn to clay







