She dreams in summer heat
Of dark-thighed girls
In two-piece bathing suits,
Of smiling boys
Who, with oil, slide sun
Beneath their skins.

Alone at night, she prays
For wrath, for terrible
Lotteries, and chains,
For waiting alone
In wedding dress,
For burning tongues.

She wakes before dawn,
Remembers St. George
Killing the last one.
She dreams of knotted arms,
Knots her white veil,
Her white, burning rosary. 

(published at The Hypertexts, December 2005)