the woman with gold-flecked eyes
she is too beautiful
she is hard to look at
it made her that way
when she was a girl
before, she smiled
before, she extended her hand
before, she beamed
now she’s polished
and she shines
but she’s behind the glass
they can’t touch her
she can’t touch them
not even to clasp hands
and sigh with joy
and that’s a shame