Quill in pocket and will without wool—
Sister Anzia, espying assimilative
currents, educative gold, right
there on Rivington. Sister Anzia,
construing an Americaner heart,
barred and starred, enacting
a tummler’s tale. O Sister
Anzia, taught-up claustrophobist,
ever wondering in fetter & frantic,
distant mouth. Sister Anzia,
justly suing, (be) bitten away,
wan bell-tooth yellows, feeling
decamped as glass mutations,
drastic after nebulous squall;
sunless bounce up from pallid,
lashing figures, casing imperial
ascent. Sister Anzia, corseted,
tinged paints by hallway strokes,
rouge between twin & faltering soles.
Sister Anzia, wadding up kleenex
pluck (renters whence), farcical
blended vents, a grand aphasia.
Sister Anzia, cursed contest of rusty
showers spread as apoplectic children
lost, now embedded. Sister Anzia,
street-hydrant waters provoking,
what whispering want, millions
walled off, starved away, arrested
in breath, amassed to slaughter. O
profligate! O revanchist. O dereliction!
Sister? Sister Anzia?