dummy

the choices are:
a tree, solitary and slim, is held up to the light:
her body against the wall
the flowers are leaves
the leaves walk in a pattern around
her arm: the limb: the forest:
a small house sinks in a lake

the stars are the golden section: mean
figures there is a tattoo:
how treelike she becomes
when the door bursts,
intruders waltz in to steal her
because of the hypodermic
she doesn’t suffer
at all, the colorful skin comes
right off: one of the robbers
hits her: the whack of bullets: makes hail
which is fitting

or it is a trick:
she tries to negotiate
pressing the call button beforehand:
there is no escape though
she sleeps terrified that they’ll see her
what they’ll say is,
they went to her home to rob her
and saw a strongbox: it was full of lichens:
a hole filled with branches and papier mâchè and wire:

she used this sieve at midnight

it was hidden in plain view