Oh, silly, impossible girl

Unwake your head

Shut down for a night

Dismantle your moral calculator.


Oh, puddle of subtleties

No one hears you. Or

It’s loose gibberish. Or

They’ve all got headphones on.


Insolent girl

Who sold a viaduct

Made of steel

For the brittle laugh of a frame.


Some arms you have.

Powerful as the lift of finger-

Some eye. Some sharp tongue

(dull as an envelope opener).

Waddle, now, like Day One.

The End

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