she thought to have invented what she thought
she knew, and ever since, the mantra
she deformed would equal her decision
to continue would abate the voicings

she thought to have invented better voices
might have made them gentler than she was
in her past and present, constant life, although
she had a story, and the story was an inclination

she thought to have invented an inverted space
would rectify her distance from it, as within
the leitmotif were parrots very dutiful who said
what she said they should say

she thought to have invented an admission
of another's guilt that she projected quite apart
from her own self she kept in a compartment
quite unlike the other little openings

she thought to have invented sizing to accommodate
a larger than conceivable true self would answer
a mere modicum of need, for there was not a way
to satisfy her need for adulation

she thought to have invented robots who would grieve
her getaway might address protracted needs
to be adored even in death, only she felt beneath
it all alone, and she would always be just so


sheila e. murphy

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