Sunday, March 04, 2007
The Bright Young Woman
explicating to me, whatever,
doesn’t fathom
shadowing by mad-
women in attics, or
flounces who fracture hearts
weekly, not recalling names.
Others screaming neuroses out
of cramps or myriad other physic-
al pains. Or none. At any rate,
my bright young woman, laughing,
walks away now, and I am satisfied
that she’ll go crazy necessarily,
with history as a guide.
explicating to me, whatever,
doesn’t fathom
shadowing by mad-
women in attics, or
flounces who fracture hearts
weekly, not recalling names.
Others screaming neuroses out
of cramps or myriad other physic-
al pains. Or none. At any rate,
my bright young woman, laughing,
walks away now, and I am satisfied
that she’ll go crazy necessarily,
with history as a guide.
