By Carolina M. Hinojosa

She sits in the middle of the room

A lonely unveiled figurine

She is surrounded by mistakes

 

The edges gnawed

Mangled

 

With a series of clothespins                      she dangles

them like luminaries

Blazed

Blistered

Bemused

Be    s   t   i   l   l

 

They begin to harden

Her conviction flawed

Inconvenient