para Myrna
But she's just like lightning
She goes right through you
Then you know you'll never
Be the same
- Mazzy Star, "She's my baby"
Mustard. Mustard and black. Mustard and black and silver.
Silver.
Her silver hair.
She is just like lightning.
Her whole self
it does go right through you
Pierces you
Leaves you breathless
Whole
Expanding
As she walks away
past you
behind you
But also beside you
Right beside you
Mustard and black. And silver.
Her silver self
Traps you
As she walks home, alone.
