She was second rate

a girl in rags and cheap jewelry

in the winter,


in the summer,

working her bones

under the scorching sun

with only a few dollars

to buy her bread,

a roof over her head


and so she reached for the stars

when she reached only as far as the moon,

she had only herself

to forage for comfort and bread.


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