to stay or leave . . .
the tension hurts our hearts as she,
frenzied and naked, prowls the dense night,
shifting from a fragile light to a palpable dark,
driving to and fro along State Route 84, she
smothers terror with a diet of lattes and sweets
she’s on the run, carrying talismans in a bag,
small figurines of angels, Quan Yin, Buddha . . .
to stay or leave … as if the choice was hers –
her posture is bravado; ‘bite me,’ she says –
‘i’m not afraid to die,’ pain-wracked and dizzy,
her bones under siege; grasping, she’s consumed –
imagines safe harbor in Home Shopping Network
clutching at life in the inexorable face of death
© 2015, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved