they name her
as if naming could hold her
as if a word
could close around something that was never meant to be contained
she lets it happen —
the soft misunderstandings
the almost-accurate versions they worship the outline
never the eclipse;
she exists in the fracture of light where meaning slips
and form betrays itself
no confession
no unveiling
only a quiet ascent
toward something untouchable
and when they speak of her
they are always right —
about someone else.
