And she cried out most theatrically,

"My spirit is with you and it is carried in the endless lows of your negligence."


What she meant to say was;

I feel as if;

I am the sleep you wipe from your eyes in the morning,
Or,
I am the ripped and stained pants you throw out,
Disregarded.


She carried on,
but to herself,

"oh, How dejection stings!"


Like the tearing of skin but duller.