Fortunate Fool

Step by step she takes Holding her breath all of the way “She knows what everything’s about” they say Not a single hair out of place Her words are precious because Her gaze is her words She dresses in cotton and hemp Not leather or furs She can’t give thanks Not a single hair out of place “She’s just so” They say “No friends or foes” They say She goes home Not satisfied with being alone Crumbling collapsing into her vegetarian meals and minimalist movie reels She must keep up her image Her eco-chic ultra-sleek So to speak She’s so far up in the clouds that she’s unique Braless Flawless “She’s had her chakras cleaned through” She’s just too good to be true She’s got nothing figured out Stutters when she tries to shout Her foreign music doesn’t make sense The language is on the other side of the fence “She’s a mess” they say she no longer holds her breath all the way With all of her hair out of place No more Kombucha No more tofu chalupas No more morning meditation No more theatrical creation She in her space With all of her hair out of place