As if all those other poems and paintings and jobs and songs
for the night maid to sweep up.
This is it. Quality. Perfection.
Look it over.
Look it up and down.
Under, behind, inside and out.
Lovers friends children ancestors ghosts demons and angels
This one's for you,
Stay thirsty my friends.
The best student always failing,
loves failing again,
Her spiraling human disfortune has floundered diving into pools of
madness is not only a myth a burden
a caricature of itself
it is the lifeboat
sinking and rising
again and again