In the Sitter’s Shop

under a glass cloche
she sets to work whistling
shrill and unimaginative notes
-a starling having heard only one bird
and none else

with a flourish
she produces an apple
and eats with relish
-Eve’s second bite

her shape changes
now a little dragon
perches beneath the unyielding roof
-wingspan much too large to stretch

then another metamorphosis
into a plump lady
keening for breath

tapping at the glass