Victoria Williams: 0266

I always bring them to station, to see them off,
And say Fuck You! from the steps,
Couldn’t you tell -
From my pallor and the fuck all about my person,
Except for ransom notes and maps?
My straggling heart,
My nautical eye and the scars,
And the way I held up my finger and cried,
‘My blood was diseased before I’d even begun!’
Then I go to the photo booths in the arcade,
And take another picture of myself,
For the album