An archaeological dig
through her future
losses reveals
more sand than clay
in the ground
she will cover. Sharper
tools made of bone
and hair exhibit
the demise of demure
flirtations. She will not fool
around. No heroes
will get in her way.
Lignin samples under
fingernails expose
an addiction to bark
and escape by climbing.
Will she chase
or be chased?
That nearby ghost
forest supports speculation
she will swim before she crawls.