The Initiate

She drags her problems
to every meeting
like a ragdoll
from childhood
that has been
to every fantasy picnic,
every juncture
of immortality,
every visit
to the guru's initiation,
every moment
of sexual dissatisfaction,
every corner store house
of mythological retreat,
and every session
to self-revelation
meant to purge the humors
of their cathartic hues,
and still she dances
with a chrome headlight,
headlining the self-indulgent show,
a lethal cocktail
of charlatan braids
and the triangle space
on her thong
showboating her vulnerability
to having her heart
ripped out.

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