She came right out of my fingers

when I sat down to paint.

She was real & we both know it.

She didn't come from the streets though

she lived most of her life there.

She was born upperclass but insane

& unforgiven.

Wandered smoking through days

like years spent in Egypt, China, & Asia.

She was royalty gutter trash at the insane asylum

where she met Angelo & devoured her new

body over & over & over....

She was lost in her own madness

though she speaks & breathes & eats

drinks shits like any other resident - though

she isn't with us.

She is gone.

Happy.

Ever after that nightmarish pregnancy that

burned her from the inside out into this:

our healing hatred.

- For Jan, Who Inspired It -