shakespeare's sister

and suddenly she came, fragile, strong and pure. called judith, let us say. she never earned a room of her own. she never found the infinite space where emily could give materiality to invisible ideas.
could she even seek her dinner in a tavern or roam the streets at midnight?
she lost herself, on a winter night, near elephant and castle.
sometimes i roam the streets, around midnight. i stare at the ground under my feet. i'm not afraid. sometimes i roam. i roam for judith and for me.



A room of one's own

Play it for today
then it meant that you were a protest singer
Ticket to ride
by grand central station i sat down