Comments about Myronn Hardy
She visits me when the lights are out,
when the sun is loving another
part of the world.
She passes through the net I sleep underlike
a cloud its holes are easily navigable.
Her buzzing tells me that
she doesn't want my legsarmscheeks
She craves adventurewanting to travel through
the dark canalthe spiraling cave
where earthquakes are wind.
Her prize is in sightthe gelatinous mass controlling this machine.
How beautiful she thinks it isher needle mouth
filling with water.
Her children will know ...