She’s at the i-don’t-care stage

Again

It’s the middle of the night

Again

It’s a good sign

She thinks

As it always is to those

who don’t fear her

or try to revere her

It’s a good sign she thinks

To those who defy her

To those who remind her

It’s a good sign when she’s angry

A good sign when she’s cursed

When the story hits a manhole

Like a digger

It’s better for the worst

Whatever that means in

Her female desert of freeze-dried tears

She’s at the i-don’t care stage

Possibly for years of a rage

For what she has left on the shelf

It’s the middle of the night

Again

It’s a good sign

She thinks

To go for a run

In her dreams