She gave up wearing the smart watch
to focus on real time
and strapped a pin cushion
to her wrist
like the rounded top half of the planet,
tilted away from the sun
the straight pins dead burnished rays
from the ball of warm gold light
the cushion a voodoo doll and she,
a targeted effigy
stuck by godlike practitioners
to provoke fear and retribution
for crimes she never committed
– held in a zombie frozen hold
no, not acupuncture to unblock
the pain
her skin pricked with bruises
to keep the pain sustained
