Our lady of one day at a time
Our lady of veils allowed to droop
Our lady of the thrice-revised corner
Madonna of postponement
Madonna of a thumb in the eye
Our lady done with these pulling at my ears
Our lady but a tear in the equipment
Virgin of the eighth
Lady of chapels for singles only
Madonna of mouths shut into law
Ewe of the lamb under decades of paint
Mother of weaving what’s undone, undoing what’s woven
Mother of violets no one laid an eye upon, no one ever will
Our lady looking back on those utensils
Madonna of the barren
Mother of day 16
Mother without bleach
Madonna of alone with the final meal
Ark of the covenant
Our lady of feeds
Queen of the mist
Queen of equidistance
Queen of art at a time like this
Madonna empirical like there’s no tomorrow
Tower of what if I call now
Tower of preemptive strikes
Queen perceiving no millennial sin
Rosal alive and overwatered
Queen of matriarchs honored with less hours for themselves
Virgin of organic mouthwash
Petal squeezed between pages right before the split
Our lady having missed these echoes so much
Mother of how come
House the sweet smell of mold
Mother of go to your room and lose your way
Queen only of the missing bead
Queen of less sound in high definition
The mirror and the precipice
Lady of day 39
Mother most indefinite
Mother of breath
