She had on false eyelashes
the kind that are bristly black and super long
like the frayed edges of some weird moth
batting its wings against its cheeks
each time it blinked
Maybe she was a burlesque queen
the night before
or wanted to be a burlesque queen
the night ahead
or just hoped to be the burlesque queen
of the post office
that day
Her hand did dance, ever so slight
ala Rose La Rose
Blossom Terrain
as she peeled off a roll of stamps
as one might a long silk glove
exaggerated, come hither
way too slow
for stamps.