Phoebe (Liquid Sky)

I dreamt of elderly snakes lunging
stapled underbellies in my hands.

I woke and drew red lipstick
on my eyelids in memory
of Phoebe (who drove her ’69 Beetle
off the expressway)

Mom said her rationale was out
on a Liquid Sky excursion;
I thought her exit convenient–
coincidental, on the eve of evil