she moves through the crowded glances
with her wildflower eyes   and
tornado-blonde hair
          a color found only in daydreams
they watch her   hate her   want her
men wonder
what she would taste like, feel like
wrapped around them
women
want snow white to die

2. At the Elkhorn Inn She's everybody's favorite daughter. Farmers, turning to gray, silently smile when she visits their table. Whittled-down widows reminisce about their families and warn her, in whispered urgency about which women to avoid because they gossip