as she pleases

If today be curtained against me, I'll
look back through yesterday's glass
to the moon-haired woman who
danced like Anansi, all elbows and knees
not playing as she ought
but as she pleased

oh

won't you play again, moon-haired beauty
and melt these bounds of sorrow

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