The Muse cannot dance flamenco only
Lick the slippers, beg for animation.
The is missing. The contains no speech acts.
The Muse’s distance can be resolved by
Fish hooks, military intervention.
The Muse exhausts before she brings enough.
The Muse plays sometimes with other muses
Until they must return to faceless work.
The Muse eats what she is fed and invents:
A gust of shaved meat, dark forsythia.
The Muse enters museums, looking for
A format of capture, coding for stay.
Wet as beginning, I wanted to love
Him. I drew myself as a horse instead.
