Three months separated by the dark cup
imitated her river face
on the stiff bystanders:
grandpa that joined and broke his eyebrows with a laugh,
college kid in high school letterman, Aunt Jemima,
never said the word “wait.”
Four months now.
All of the girls that shamble through the door
of the IHOP on summer pancake day
Taking in everything they can
so the mass can swarm
the attacker that dares break them apart.
All with the same fossil eyes,
the same flowing face.