If anyone has a soul, everyone has a soul.

Snow-studded sycamore with a bird in, with a brain in, with a soul in.

How lucky are we with souls in the trees above us and the air around,

with souls in the soil beneath us and the flesh among us.



We know little of your character.

When we hear your name we think tits and red hair and red lips like pillows.

Shiny coke can brilliance of your dress and the S shape that lies beneath.

Purple lids frame cartoon eyes and cartoon person looks out to see nothing and strains to portray your cartoon womanhood.