22 May 2012
Fey Can charm the petals Off the moon She walks in the corridors Of confidence I am a smear on the painting Of her days A drying blemish
Fey, so strange and complicated Drunk on Sundays Hurting Monday Forgetful Tuesday streets are catwalks Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Naked in the rain Saturday fires her again To slip between bodies
Fey, feet away Untouchable by any.
Fey • Opuss № I