Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Ballad of Lula Del Ray - 4

4.

SO WITH
EVERY LAST WHITE BLOOD CELL
AND EVERY FRAYED SYNAPSE
TUCKED TIGHT UNDER PIGTAILS
SHE RIPPED AND TORE AT HERSELF
until all that was left
was a little girl
alone in a little house
with no little fire
no little newspapers
and no little smoke.

All that was left
was to head out yonder
(as the New Baden Brothers might say)
into the noon-hot dust.

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