all these interviews
show that she was alone
among the children,
quietly mad & cruel
had the world been such a
sacrifice if her brilliance
shown so clearly in
black & white, photos of
lives unseen
is it better to burn
brightly & dangerous,
engulfed
or
to coast happily
ignorant of the
dark alleys,
spreading one's
mediocrity evenly
over just the
surface
connecting & loving,
being loved without
sharp corners, collections,
fixed points of anger
pleading at the end
just to be seen