Letter to an Ingenue
by Elizabeth Treadwell

I.
There will be patterns of lovers and loves, also noted in glass shapes of colors and ceilings of roofs, and yes you will feel different, then, in the honeymoon plane riding the velour ocean in your little red sweater, newly gilding --

And there will be dream mechanics pushing it all beyond document, never fear, and methods of consumption and reuse and mar --

And in the birth city days on the orient slap visionstand carpool,
Petroleum Street,
Dolphin Street,
Freight Street,
     Inner Harbor

from sturdy hag wound to our plush netherworld, doily head on a rag doll, ok --

II.
From the never shirked model duty in the deep end in pants to the moderns who wrote when the world was still small, such was their experience of it. Every woman's cream face, state the implied traumas with conviction.

You never know what odd attraction might startle whole once penny ticket and I are begun, slavish nuance.

In strictest mount, ripping his flesh apart with your cheap red ballpoint.

Actual House. Alpha Lane.

[III.]

IV.
Diet & exercise relieves the noose, volition's natural progression.

But what of the fact that any man takes the road to the vulgar and thinking can't explain, their names must meet on their own perimeter. Dumbly, glibly, grown the puss, translating.

A "woman" can never....

Dead centuries at the helm, snipped, bagged, and numbered oddly, piled at some overheavy edge of the horizon and of the earth.

Sedan writing against fake logical sources, bright coliseums, the path like a trace, faint and relaxing.

Suddenly his cheek & his absence.

V.
Brightskin fades the heartless gesture.

Like she's never a random loose physical specimen on parade. Pettycam on the downbeat, yes Mrsir.

VI.
Hoppy's bright tail, it's a warm, multinational night -- change the course of her sisters backgrounds, I do mean the deserts they fly by. Buckle up, 1-800.

VII.
But that's not a picture of unbounded instant simple act, the civilians.

There will be dream mechanics pushing it all beyond document -- these are just a few pieces of advice and some predictions.

But muteness, lack of conviction, the fathers collective carry-all. We will meet on the grand stairs or in the dank parkway where you are with your lover, or an old lover, or new. You might come along alone. In the weather banged sky, in the fleshy air, in the claptrap city of eaved apartments, if that's what they are called. The dirt under the broken and unbroken concrete, and up the sides of each steep, descending path there. "People are more than one symbol," Leslie Scalapino writes. Yet Daisy Street, for my purpose. In fact ELYSIAN FLDS DR, EMBARCADERO S OF NIMITZ FRWY RUNNING FROM MAGNOLIA TO DENNISON ST, EMERALD ST -- wash, Lakeshore Avenue bungalow time. But in fact challenging consecrated vocabulary, meting out sources and colors and shares. And in fact, there will be comforts and drawings and homes. To turn it over to you, ingenue

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