Interlude

What happens to a girl

uninterrupted?

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Does she yoke up

like strange fruit

in the umbrage?

Or blight soil-

like a saprophytic soul,

yearning to fungus?

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Does she sink

like sepulchral flesh?

Or bloom

and surge over-

like a sprouting floweret?

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Maybe she just

lolls

like an oversized tee.

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Or is she-

inferno?

Like cigarillos

burning strange leaves,

where the

caged birds

sing…