Irretrievably girl in other words
      ashamed pear-shaped earnest canary
has just about licked up her past
      but that is just her glory candid
peach palpable not knowing whether
      to push her flame vine over or under
the fence whether wind will pitch
      her forward or back through puddled
mirrors everything so limited and
      satisfying but not for long still
full of the small round lights on
      the other side of the silver sconce