Kateri

(for Steve who placed a copy of this at her grave)

Dear umbrous squat Kateri crawls like rain, eyes squirmed, scaly comb at her neck

-to gall one for very holiness!

Wildly galled, indeed for to believe, be and eat came (for her) rather hurriedly, with no time

for a true locust love-

always some waters & beyond ______________

*I hope with this I've righted the terrible wrongs committed against her in Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers.