She put a gray billboard tac
in her black backpack
then dropped a half lit ***
in her light brown knapsack.

I think I found that
this was just
her push to finish
her painfully persistent,
pessimistic
mortal existence,
Of subtle social cues,
and false acts of tact
that do more to confuse
then to communicate facts;

Making us strange strangers
that represent two tiers
of tearful danger.