She

She's pretty but strange/smooth
the skin/the veil/whittled down
to smile/to mask the tide/the fever/
the haze/to move inside the flesh
like something wrong/the wrong
dress/mind/ all unreason/But listen
to her speak/how frail/ how bird/
How smoke in the city is her voice
in the rich husk upon husk of drink/
of deep feeling/How wet her
ceaseless eyes in the gloom/
plucking with small hands/clean
nails/heavy hammer/the inorganic
grief/Doll face/how beautiful
and lost/terrible and bruised

📸: x-ray of a plant.