Las Meninas and The Lame Devil

She talks on this corner

clipped gait
sentences snagging clothes as she jumps

Freeze!
They'll check papers, she warns

How to get across...
makes her mad
this bend like the one in the ward
projects sharply
provides no monitored escape

Hear the whistle
costly on the end closest
Just a sight from furthest away

Dry everywhere
watering was at the beginning of the week

Nothing left but to use molars
The fronts are gone
As are the ones who were scared
two nights in

She's light
after the metal sea
there's a shallow side for her waiting
She's a fitter
snips shear space out
Hold it right there!
She's in check

So illuminated by their lights that
She's clear
Off to fastening
the outside in
abandoning palabras