Linda Means . . .
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The boy whose heart replaced his tongue sat down
Beside the girl in deepest petticoats
That whispered like the whitest waves. The crown
Of that poor male’s fraught day, they were the boats
That carried off his thinking to a place
So high that beauty bowed in silence. She
Tried listening to his thoughts about that space
That none of us can know, that apogee
That we call highest heaven–who thought what
There? Later she went out to raise money
For God’s love on earth and had her head cut
Off. The crash took her to milk and honey,
According to the holy myth. Is there
A hall where Linda is an answered prayer?