air
a young woman or old seated in front of a mirror watches a lover's hands brushing her hair watches hands weave small tentative braids watches hands
they could be anyone's hands
all the hands that have held her harmed her
and as she watches the hands slide from hair to shoulders to breasts
she dreams
she is the hawk sky above Mojave pine, mist, green moon air in the bones of the hawk thin braid of air in the bones air
and hands