You wouldn’t know it from sitting across her
but her ravenous appetite is gone
something has happened,
on the banks of this frozen over canal,
she has come undone.
In the distance she hears herself,
her voice doesn’t quiver,
her perfectly manicured nails mock her.
Nothing is as it seems.
All she remembers are two ducks
stuck in a river of ice,
frozen while encircling one another.
Forced rituals of courtship,
unknown mouths splitting her head in two
and spilling the remains in the sea.