| Cat Woman|
First thing she does
is remove her shoes — scarlet,
slight wobble of left heel.
The fluorescent lamp simmers black.
Outside it's daylight. The window
overlooks a game of hopscotch.
The word jump cycles little black holes
underbreath. She takes an aspirin.
The ledge blinds her,
like another shot of vodka:
she's on the ninth story,
she's on the ninth life.
She licks the salt in her wounds.