Her words pour out as if her throat were a broken artery,
and her mind were cut-glass - carelessly handled...
You imagine her, in a huge velvet hat, with great dangling black feathers,
but she shaves her head instead, and goes for three-day midnight walks..
Sometimes, she goes down to the pier and dances off the end of it,
simply to prove her belief - that people who cannot walk on water,
are phonies, or dead.
When she is cruel, she is very, very cruel..
And when she is kind, she is lavish...
Fisherman think perhaps she's a fish, but they're all fools..
She figured out that the only way to keep from being frozen,
was to stay in motion -
so long ago converted most of her flesh into liquid..
Now, when she smells danger,
she spills herself all over like gasoline and lights it...
She leaves the taste of iron under your tongue..
But you don't mind..
The common woman, is as common - as the reddest wine...
