Gilded sculpture of a copper calf, patina developed from years of age Priceless heirloom- bids getting higher, desperate She stands in a corner and laughs, tinkling bells scatter and reverberate Echo back deep and solemn
They gaze longingly at deep brown, stone amber eyes She thumbs her nose at the idolatry Catches a glance of herself in the mirror Brushes back a lock of hair, remembers the cruel bend in her nose Craves beauty; laughter dissipates
Stands at the drinking fountain, presses the metal knob Watches the water arc before lowering her head Careful not to press too hard, steady state Hits her tongue regulated and cool
Crosses her arms in front of the gilded mummy Imagine what if... Sand for days Laborers below and pharaohs above Comfortably in the middle, watching. Pacified.
Waits at line at the snack bar. Tilts her head to the vaulted ceilings. Revels in the open space. Prickly sensation. Vertigo. Others: Deep in conversation. Absorbed in phones. Admiring art. Wonders if they feel this too, sometimes. Knows they must feel this too, sometimes.