rapunzel in the basement window

rapunzel in the basement window

she ties her hair into punk tree branches.bees and wasps circle red berries, matt's gnat swarm morphed to droning battle ships. two male cats snarl at each other. clips her kalpa bomb to her utility belt. heads for drinks and convo. paradise lingers outside the windows , palms up, sunset smeared over signs, waiting for a dollar. the signs are everywhere. no one freezes from the weather. most of her time is spent editing. the signs. meaning. layers. when you're in paradise you don't want explore what's under the coral reefs so much as bask in the unrelenting humidity. in suit coats and layers of makeup. size three black dress hangs on her mannequin body. her legs are tall and stretched by heels, gracefully propelling her through the restaurant's tables, with the practiced slightly tipsy and purposeful moves of a woman on the catwalk. her condescending smile shines on us all.