Skinless boneless headless woman
of depth,
silence of these thick days
ever deeper,
white curtains blowing across
a dusty window
and her hair,
changing colour every day,
like changing opinion,
and have they found all the runaway children
this is all different than ever,
she thought as she walked farther from the edge
about her thin wrists,
fragility of the stucture,
from now on, her oven
remaining cold
and as she thought about it,
she saw that there was a gap
between truth and the way
people talked about it.
she felt desire
to associate with it, to have deeper understanding;
and people do take just about anything
to fill the gap
to feel the spank of a bigger brother,
to feel where the edge goes
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