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.