she was cuffed to the idea like the what-if was a chair bright interrogation light in her eyes her pride lit a cigarette and just stood there waiting for her to crack waiting for her to cry that comment scampered through her mind like a roach across a wall it made her heart soar it made her skin crawl then they said, "we got this confession. we just need for you to sign. why don't you just cooperate and this will all be fine" there was that light and then there was this darkness but there was no line in between and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine cuz joy, it has its own justice and dreams are languid and lawless and everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and when it is flawless on the table were two ziploc baggies containing her eyes and her smile they said, we're keeping these as evidence 'til this thing goes to trial meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall now look at her book of days it's the same on every page and she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage