The luckiest creation on the Earth
is wearing truth, like cherished bracelet
her tongue sweet, but sharp
runs wild with the fantasies and lies
a perfect trickstress in disguise.
She cuts and bleeds, and falls with laughter
and crying in the rage if fancy fits.
She’s cunning and naive disaster
beloved by everyone she meets.
She is not trusting, though
she cannot phantom the wanton gazes
that follow her around.
She is a clumsy crafter
of fortunes that couldn’t voice their sound,
so there’s nothing they could offer
that isn’t wrapped in strings
She’s flying solo,
but that is not a real surprise.