You could fit her world
into a petri dish
annotated hubris
a pair of red boots

I could taste equations
tranquil heresy
apocalyptic hunger
a flooded river delta

Sun-soaked, eradicate the danger
running grooves in harmony
skipping pops of record high
assuaging guilty grave robbers

Dental miscommunication burgeons
hankering on the quasar
touching dimes to damsels
sudden sparks of serenity