I froze Jessica twice.

Once with pencils.
Once with paints.

Still, the same tracing
of her gentle chin,
same cascades
of auburn tresses,
same white eye glints

one and two

bogus attempts
to give her life.

Still smiling
hanging still
twice upon my wall

and passersby
freeze for a momentary
“Wow.” and “Wow.”

Which could be life or death.

They choose.