first a girl becomes a quantum particle doing
jumping jacks in Balmer series/ then we say

the girl is invisible because a rivulet
of benediction flows in her umbworld

she tries fitting herself into a model of utopia
mornings pour into the day like molten gold

suckled from the sun/ like Klein bottles
denuded from their disorientation

she is driven/ driven by her therapist's
addiction to alprazolam & times

she plant a boll of torment
in her own garden

driven/ driven by her friend's ability
to swim while she drowns

drowning in tears of yesteryear
& the gas that fills the air

when her mother cuts onions
now she is stuck/ stuck in a limbo

& an endless perambulation
of penrose stairs/ like vectors

in Hilbert space she is trapped as
a placeholder/ driven by the days of yore
 

a staccato of sonic booms forces the girl
out of utopia then we say amen to living

in seclusion/ we say: dear lord if we are
to die let it be on our birthday

& should our body be cut to pieces
open a breach & thrust us into afterlife

as if to save Alfonsina Storni from drowning
or to say: fender-bender cannot kill doppelgängers