Quinn

Forget ferocious ease, for any justice sought, love sets off the genie, flings explosive contours, what cannot be bought, captured between its zones, she shakes her car keys, November's for New York, it's certainly no Odyssey, filled with caring thoughts, her worried family notes, how she keeps the score, nothing better seized, than the whiff of blasphemy, gilded behind retreat, more than any human cause, what betrays her dreams, stifles on the carrefour, is demands for more.