With great bitterness, she
spoke of having been a
volunteer for decades, doing
essential work, only to find
herself dismissed disdainfully
by the husbands of friends,
by her husband's friends,
whenever she spoke of it as
work. The trail of the comet,
a traced lip. My siblings,
differently fated. All animals
are killers, as are most plants,
of something living. A hermit
crab will pull a rival hermit
crab from its shell if it wants
the shell, and can. Rights are
founded on property—are
property. Through the back
window as rain begins, a face
alarmed by its mind. In
paradise all this static
will tune. But the question
remains, of how to appear
in the meantime.