bottled

she dreams with poetry in her veins,
lyrics in her ears and unfinished
thoughts buzzing like missed calls
around her sun-kissed head;
mosquitoes over a stagnant pond

each is a stone’s throw away from completion,
pebble-dented, sending flies skittering,
fizzing like Mentos choking on Coke:
undirected effervescence

her moonlight fingers, bent into crescents,
cannot catch them all:
she yearns only to preserve the best
in rinsed jars with punctured lids,
labelled: Strawberry Jam, 2003.