I am a fourth wall
overheating in my thick coat
under downlights
like a piece of work
in a room of girlish figures and?
Yes, linseed, pigment and plaster.
Dug in on the couch so
I don’t have to stand on my own
waiting to strike
awkward conversation
I want to be free me, bigger
in a bigger space
heels strike the floor
pinging the atmosphere,
on the far wall a girl looks to the heavens
a solar being
to the stars or of the stars
which do you want her to be?
I don’t think much about it I just work by instinct
and time moves to the right
where a second girl
is an arcadian ideal
blindfolded and wrapped
as a template for she virtue
then the third more to the right
more now but virtual
a girl in a tiny room
lying back on a tall bed
easy
a princess in a tower far far away
from the first universal
child
Come let’s step through and smash some walls
till she is solar again.
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