(iv.)   Alone in the low gravity of the bathroom she squeezes paste from a tube, floats in a mirror of herself a head trapped in glass, can't save the world tonight/it's already been done anyway, it's supposed to be an inspirational story how the human race saved the human race even though it showed only Americans saving America while she imagines the whole world. She scrubs, and spits, opens wide for the next tool but now finds a green face staring back, the eyes she used to have crusted over with skin and now it's just this one eye (the third one) fixing on somewhere else (beyond propaganda) possibly her idea of the universe (which does exist somewhere) expanding at the exact moment she saws the floss through the two back molars - one unseen egg drifts into darkness.