WHY IS THE MUSEUM GIRL
CHASING RAINBOWS?
There is a very wide gap between worlds :
some places I inhabit, others I leave alone.
I do get uncomfortable, however, knowing I
am where I should not be, or do not belong.
It's a strange feeling, a twist of lime in a
lemon drink. The sky draws a circle above.
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Why is this girl, then, a schoolroom dunce?
Posing for apples on the museum floor, trying
to best the sculptor at what's been done before.
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