Fabergé by derek lessard

feminine plural I,
with bloody body
shaking violent
as a paintmixer,
sipping font
of adoration.
drawn as we are
to a sheen, twinned
on hooded ovary
of Russia's imperial’s egg
through ova collapsework,
glairwhite-
tunnels marble veins
of vanity countertop,
finding balance
on the shoulders
of a trickledown
became a mistress,
no matter how unwittingly,
mopping up the weekend
off her kitchen floor,
melted evidence invisibility,
icicle as murder weapon
listing its indignities
on an otherwise blank sheet of paper.