.
She ministers to shimmering
unlikelihoods,
persuading them to congregate
and conjugate and flow –
she gathers all-but-slaughtered
colors so abused
by notions of il faut they’d long ago forgotten where
to go –
she gives the great grand
quantity of the ejected
.
some experience, not of the
stodgy condescension
of respect, but of the gladder
gallantry of no-holds-barred
affection – baking in the
sexual contextual
expression of Imagination’s
oven: she’s a card, seducing
just by introducing any rank
unpalatability to any other –
.
to permit another coalesced
impossibility a swooning
entrance to the coven which, as
witch, she rules.
She remonstrates against
unquestioned tastes
and vindicates most fools. She
wears embarrassments
like jewels. I’d like to let
her loose in schools.
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