She works at her parent’s deli
on 81st except on Thursdays
when she cosmetizes corpses
at Hartwiggs using stick pins
to get the subtly of sleep
bronze powder to mask daisies
cotton balls under pennies
because how she does anything
is how she does everything, 
the last best gift
a rose or two for Mami in the light
where her house dress
craft as a bee
covers angina and shingles,
and Espalier slices quarter inch bologna
thinks of fossil pilings
and all the cosmic winks she’s missed.