[Scene VIII. A Re-enactment.]

Just like that

my mother walks ahead in a striped shirt.

Jacket tied at her waist.

Arms stretched to thin, navy bands.

                                             [Où sont …]

A thick braid falls over her shoulder. Divides

her blades in half.

Where are we going?

A wind tosses.

The ocean drops into view, blue then garnet.

My mother sparkles

under glass.