My head was like and infants' glass heart;
ready to shatter sharp shrapnal

Unitl I saw her -
Junyard Sarah with all of her geists
Swagger and cackle, she James Dean'd all over the counter

"I have stories to tell to:
Back in the basements
shot up and debt free
I was the queen of flies
and Husband to lies

I was the storm in Centuries
before Time had a table
I danced like Paul Newman danced...
If he were cane or able

There's no Reason for me to haunt you
with continum cauls
I've ended this scene millions of times

Let Me Release this, My orgy of mine"

And like that, She was a vice left unturned
Glasses sunk low, slowly going deaf
My dear Junkyard Sarah with your
Tiny hands clapping, Tiny feet dancing
Let me watch you waste your death
in the patio seating, at a Starbucks.