Joni

Talk like that she hisses, why don't you make a fuss, love isn't in the distance, powdered she emerges into light, an image of first resistance, a fragrance of cold tar nights, others are more insistent, they’re not part of us, ten days it’s been like this, an epiphany not yet sighted, she’s betrayed at every instant, who will return her rights, they give a final twist, different points at every thrust, she's caught within a prism, purge of contract pulled tight, no ships unfurl her bust, or poets chant on high, her dreams come to this?