What she describes are mountains. All kinds of mountains.
Mountains halved and sheared, their white glistening meat-
mountains bordered in black oil shores
flashed and bleached until they metastasize
to the bruised t.v. horizon, the magnetic illustrations echoing
and organizing themselves to a coast
photocopied and scarred and photocopied again
over and over until the brutal distance becomes the mountains
convulsing and blinking in and out of existence.