Working Girl Of Metamorphosis Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Simple affection of a human palm upon the back of a feline.
The settling of a disjointed, oily body upon the cushions of an afternoon,
As airplanes leap like mechanical jacks over a candle's flame-

The boys are rounding third- and she is taking off her knickers-
In the cul-de-sacs bejeweled by the night-lit pools:

Oh see them there, strangely irritated dreams such as
Semiprecious stones pressed into the secret pages of a privileged diary-

Caesuras over a birthday cake surrounded by the loam
Of a purple cathedral,

And irises of monsters looking down, straining their truncated necks
To get a peek into her cage: a working girl of metamorphosis:

She pricks her finger and falls asleep, but dreams as a bird
Through a city of fallen shadows:
Each car on the street a representation of a coffin in a graveyard.