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.