"Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus, adhering to rules, to rules, to rules."
Baptized once again at 31
you were dressed in an apron of glory
purple-inked and gas-filled
a ******* carved inside your head
Withering in the basement at the age of 10
you took the blade as a best friend
a walking miracle, a providence
you were a tempest of silent wails
Ariel has made a banshee out of you
the world is going up in a shriek
but your head never went with it
an epoch later; you're in holy flames
A golden lotus crescendos in the ground
stripped of the chance to see your Ariel grow
the bell jar is inhabited by some
my patriotism has been ablaze
O' American Isis
I grant you now the discretion you desired
you don't have to adhere to rules anymore
*The universe is coming by your side
A tribute to our lady lazarus.
