Her lips paw clumsily at the air,
Deliverance sought in lieu of sobriety.
She siphons herself from the echoes
Of their evading jeers, a target
Not of designation but of connotation.
Her lofty brow pants,
A cask upended in frivolity.
An uninvited touch soft as chamois
Shrugs aside her hurried fists.
Her heart has gills to avoid drowning,
Notches carved through galaxies
Of flesh and illusion.