Not a Lilt

But the still of seizure.She has packed her drama in Tupperware.

From club to house:

pill-biting,car-alarm,

press,release her.

Smudged figureheadsroughen the hues,

and rumpusdisfigures her toga-tongue.

With transmission’s pliable heat:

where is this girl?

She’s someone else’s frequency.