rather than

Compare myself 

To flat, glossy fictions

I turn instead

To naked truth 

wanton bits of “who we are”

Break the alabaster

Jar

Pour out

Water and salt on his feet

Find there is

Nothing left 

upon my head

To wipe away this bodily

precipitation

No choice but to

become scientists–

Weigh the air 

Apply the immutable

Laws of evaporation

To “ever after”

The perfume will remain.

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