Hannah Lipper '15
She is substance;
Arcadian beauty, or so she is told;
and under once cerulean,
now sometimes grey,
she lost two years of her life
in what her lovers may refer to as
a boating accident.
But she had never been on a boat where she didn’t deposit
her stomach into the sea and return ashore and she
had never spent a morning doing the same.
No, it had been
some ugly Greek God that had stolen
these years and I know she looks to replace them.
She says she wants to remember what films she loved
and what she built out of blocks with her hands;
Falling Water, perhaps;
masterpiece unknown to the world because it had been
sold to pay for her health; organ market.
And suspicion never grew because of her ingenuity.
She has different voices for different days. She is
over-zealous, flat-chested, half minority.