I gave the litany of women with our face
all the ghost-blame. I won’t be curse-blind
or bound to prison-blood. Forgive me
for imagining myself an heiress
of blood-noose and gun-love. I got
all this glitter gliding through my veins.
No. Not déjà vu but, blood-memory.
Iced-out blood-gold.

The Bounty

The government, having used up every other source of energy, issues a bounty: 50,000 for a girl's scream.