She shot up in the pyracantha

bushes beside the high school.

She shot the schoolyard chainlink fence,

melted it in a spoon and shot it.

She injected the factory where the

old women stood up all night sewing; the brick

made her aorta grab for a wire pipecleaner.

Melt and shoot. And get a bigger lighter.

Soon the Potomac and the Pantages

and Passaic Buick-Olds and the Power of Jesus

all dripping into her. Now she

Remembers sitting by the window very very late

because of the thunderstorm, now she remembers