her entire manner was kafkaesque
a final exam that had no answers
couldn’t figure it out, would have got an F
she was the theory of relativity
she graded on a curve
of oceanic sway and swerve
like a navajo code talker she was
couldn’t break her code
enigmatic, pneumatic…yes
pragmatic she wasn’t
she had an interesting schematic
you never knew quite what she was thinking
radio station with an unknown frequency
snapping, crackling, popping
fading in and out, bleeding into others
a tv with the vertical hold flipping up and down
an occasional horizontal hold
spinning like the out of control world
but she wouldn’t let you hold for long
she had places to go leaving questions in her wake
perplexing and puzzling, senseless
she had a way of disorientating you
throwing you for a loop
wrapping you up in complexity
befuddlement, discombobulation
leaving you flummoxed, gobsmacked
that’s the way she liked it
she likes to be misunderstood
frustrating yet so fascinating
you wanted to be around her anyway
