Out of my head fell a harp. Villagers stood at the hairline break


it made in the earth, waiting behind their o mouths.


They believed I was their savior. A garden girl delivered


to make their gardens grow fat cornucopias. The most beautiful zucchinis.


I caught a moth hovering above the clematis and held it between my own furry wings, waited for the dust to catch itself on my arm hairs and make me invisible. Make me invisible I said to the moth. Shook it gently then madly inside the planet I'd made of my hands.