she wants to be what wants to
but the goddess got ‘er down
caught in a meeting of middles
with no edges to be found
substance leaks errorwise thru her airways
subsistence ekes out airfare
mates her pairwise through the airwaves
brave misfortune threading through
gravely misunderstood truth
treading on the blankets of misnamed nature
spare a seed of spark for the destitute devout
any fluid’ll do to set the sprouting
a little rest then the rest is itstory
itches in the folds of rings growing old
branches that could have gone anywhere
are thick boughs never going anywhere