She constructs the moment life went awry,
when she tunneled into the kaleidoscope
became obsessed with patterns
colors, pretty pictures, glitter.
Vapor trails of years in a rearview mirror
tracing miles behind, self-knowledge honed too late.
On good days, she dances, sings songs, celebrates.
On bad days, knowledge is not illusory.
It dives in upon her as prey:
talons and beak shredding protective layers
so she is riddled with regret.