the girls from nowhere

the girls from nowhere came
and sat in my chairs and
drank and smoked with me
and got into my bed
like toy children
unreal

and
at times
they had
tiny bits of
marvelous magic

but most of
the time
they were
unattached
to anything

the sky
the ground
the sea
the voice
the laughter
or
the luck.

it was a
going-on.

they had some
courage
but not much
kindness.

I always felt
better when
they left

and
unsure of why
they
returned

always with
some story of
being abused
which was
probably
true.

but
they were
sometimes tiring
through the long
nights
with their
cursing and their
embittered
speeches
slurred away
much hair
falling into
those
faces.

the girls from
nowhere
had very much
to say.

at times
I found this
and them
interesting
enough

exclaiming it
all
with minor
verve

kicking about
their
long legs with
spiked
feet

yet
they always became
complete
trouble
one way or the
other

especially if I
began to
care
too much.

then
they knew
what to
do

and they always
did
it.

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