Lizzy Burnam 🐞

holy hole and wholesome 
demand without supply 
whistles blown so fiercesome 
to make the pennies fly 

only numbers matter 
(except the number one) 
and empty hands are yellower 
than any yellow sun 

sicker than the loathe-lady
who jumped into the well
(she shattered rather prettily  
along the fontanelle)

a price to make her littler
a price to see her cry 
a price to lick the vinegar
of roast-and-basted pride 

cents and sense and sensitive 
the story told again 
another double negative 
too weary to complain