Holographic

I think I finally have the chance
     I think I finally possess the guts
           & I’m finally mourning not just
    for a girl who left on a Greyhound bus

              I’m mourning for a woman
                    martyr like Icarus
        [who]
                  defied Daedalus & flew
                         too close to the
            Goddamn            /              sun
                        burning up the last bits
                    [If there were ever any before
                                                            or since]
                                  of her innocence

                              In that mottled
                                 decaying
                               D is so ci at I n g¿
                              Process___________

                       what’s left is this _{itty
                       bitty}                        chrysalis
                        with this fragile-winged
                                               butterfly in it
                      
& no one fucking knew____

                                    when it finally sp/lit
                         its soul was holographic

–LM