Her dress shows she has abstained
Her dress shows she has abstained
from productive employment.
For a pretense she has pockets.
She has ideas.
She won’t throw them out.
They exist and not just in her thoughts.
In her house her closet her box, drawer or chest, maybe in there.
It takes her more or less time each season to develop aesthetic nausea.
She reserves days, lines them up, like people she hates.
She has this saxophone idea playing and plying
near the end of her song-life.
She can carry water with bare hands.