The wind blew so high it drew her out
tugging at her joints
her arms and fingers jangling like a puppet's
her hair and clothes strung out
and receding with each gust.
In its grip, her skull-plates shifted
and their hard old sutures crackled.
She raised her head,
nose and cheekbones surging
at the density.
She grinned into the teeth of it
and wildly shouted out her questions
to a lurching business-man
whose briskly clicking heels
and natty trouser-legs
encircled her unraveling.