Arc of Triumph
arc of light emptied upon the blind desperado mentality of the quiet lunacy
of her wanderings
in solitary
in the wings of the city
in the methodical light
fog drenched canyons that she pieced together like collage
in frenzied punches that pound paper to glue
she jumped into the night
avoided the day
pummeled my heart and promised nothing
she knows walls
and bars
and lures