I wonder, does she
plan the presence she presents
in a room? Does she
gloat in the glow of goddesses,
frolicking in the fields of her fanfare.
Or does she
muddle in her myriad of mistakes,
borrowing the broken hearts
of her long lost lovers,
trying to understand the untold
truths that come from an unlocked mind.
I wonder, does she
hate the hollow human she’s become
trying not to succumb to her mortal mind.
I wonder.