Be Your Own 3am

The purpose in front
is followed by purple,
her palette Paris shoes
peaking from beneath curtains.

Seeking to hide,
emerging only for
3am electrons 
and shelter. 

She is you,
running, running,
on the summit branch,
the war she is.

Overwhelming fate,
answering only organs –
pianos and pancreas –
she is amusingly exempt. 

A plane ride
will never suffice,
and she will be back again
in new midnight blue shoes.