"An Accident that Occurred in the Ring-Side Seats at Madrid, and the Death of the Mayor of Torrejon"

i imagine her at rest
propped up in her purple bra
licks of light sneaking through
her bedroom door
a mirror leans against the wall
she wants only one thing more
than to let each one in
then music
her pink lipstick like the light concealing

i imagine she dreams of dancing
loose, wet knees
strawberried hair rushing across a nose
painted fingers reach
up
to adjust the volume knob
cold toes sail across the clean hardwood floor

i imagine she rests
warm and sweating, the song fades
mirrors like smoke fill the room
the door slams shut.