"Girl Rolling Themselves".
"There is a symptom in the proposition
when that abundance gangs up.
Head cocks to the heat, bending towards both liveable
and untenable.
The exit grows and grows forgetful
of its nature as orifice.
Hand slacken in relation.
A rustle of train car company.
One day as if any other day nor night.
Send me her off.
Something uncanny about these girls.
Something believing and barely visible.
I din in vain.
Breath too full.
Persist.
Hinder.
Say too much, as if it were Vegas.
Some get the stars shaken off of them.
Some are given rose scent.
Some are fed animal protein to fatten them up for the flood.
When they emerge, they are 10 new girls A through J."