; I stay clear
of getting marked—too terrified
what may take
hold & possess me.
I don't wear
a veil but hear
the three-fold chord
when I ballgown down
the aisle. I was
very good
being at arranged, wonderful
with beginnings—like television
in America—I don't understand
why I'm given away.
In the end
I have daydreams
of a needle flood
with ink. I crush a fountain
pen: watch my sole
disperse into a deep blue Ocean.
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