—succubus winds, feline
anger, something
estranged ponders the
daughter; alienable
emotions, isolated
regions, seated so far
into our futures; a
silent soul, escaping the
day, fantasy
becomes unstable stability;
so dear to pathos,
so illogical, insomuch
as pain covets bad
habits; to see
vulnerability, to
become misty, Agony
designs
mortuaries; our dear daughter,
fear-filled eyes,
so after something indomitable—
to
adore by gates, to
reach through walls, sweet
suffrage; a young
woman hassled by
appropriateness, once
it gets out people pass
judgement; a
lifelong agenda, a mourning
addendum, a woman
must remain a warrior.
—she watches a
third feeling, aches in ceilings,
light-bulbs—watts,
little curls, diamonds,
strong forces, anxieties, too hurt,
a slight
grin—
years are immobile
the frenzy is blue-sunrise,
angers will
persist; stigmata, alienation,
ostracism; a cagey
society, trying experiments,
to arise, or do
something quizzical; to adore a
daughter, to
entertain promises, writers
are into notoriety:
silhouette harbingers
—butterfly
exhibits—days splurging on
grudges.
