her

she was morning
she was night
she was acute, crisp,
              numb, mollified
she tore, she wove
sat and stood up
played music
remained silent for hours
burst in summer, like figs
slept off winter
she was white rock
black mirror
panic and serenity
she was the gasp for air
in the middle of laughter
she was stampede
and thoughtfulness
all doubt and yet
unassailable
she was orbit and drift,
both carefully planned,
she was dance steps
and blurry maps
binge and fast
tourniquet and hemorrhage