IX - MACARON.

i wish to be a string

unraveled so thin

it's a garment never seen ;

an outfit never worn.

to be threaded so divine,

gilded at the teeth

down the throat

and back up again for this.

a rosegold array of stars and stripes

buttoned at the hem

and lowered past my thighs

for porcelain's sake ; for pretty's honor.

charming clicks of heels forlorn

and dressed forgotten in closets closed.

to be nothing is to be more,

to be more is to be loved.

a glass half empty

with dishes unwashed ;

meals abandoned

delicacy ignored.

so wait for me until i'm gone.

shed bodies by the bakery,

and remember the name of ghosts 

in pink, and bones online.