(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-
just some waters & beyond ______________
*I hope with this I've righted the terrible wrongs committed against her in Leonard Cohen's Beautiful Losers.
