She dared, she tried, and as she lay, her
friends said that “at least she tried,” dying,
her faceless shadow deformend by its effort.

all this is about a letter. a just letter. just
a letter. but justice isn’t enough. justice is not
what they were looking for. they were

looking for…you guessed it! you get it—
the prize.

so she layed there dying, too tired to breathe
too naked to open her eyes, she layed in the place
she had leaped into arms thrown back like a, well,

a mummy is surely not the right figure, a monster
isn’t quite what she was thinking of, but there
was a monster, the way they sneak up on you!

she prayed to the unknown, thinking of her fellow
evangelist anarchists, vegans, egnostics,
the whole queer army! passed behind her faceless shadow,

like the w/hole that was never there. like the breath
she forget to whisper like a home she would never fly
from/with/out on, she shot out into the air

finally on the skates like the ones that skate in hell
freezing in a moment before smashing the canon like
a bad skin she no
longer
wanted.

she was stoned and came down hard. beside herself.
beneath the ground. she let out