Asleep by nine and up at six
For a naked face hath need be fixed,
A fair-haired girl in a wooden seat
Whose nitrogen relies in her need to cheat
Herself up a scale though one did not please
The fair-haired girl’s taunting need to squeeze
In what rests in her chests across her room
This guise she plays on the thread of a loom
Her eyelashes crawl likes the legs of a spider
And with a brown painted face these legs will conspire
Masking beneath an invented her
With a value less than her created cure
To what she abhors about her kind
Thought the likeness of her kind she will never find
The fair-haired girl never saw this cover
Of culture’s smiles to one another
For behind every skirt and behind every curl
Is a weakened decaying fair-haired girl