Here's a girl from a dangerous town br She crops her dark hair short br so that less of her has to frown br when someone gets hurt. br br She folds her memories like a parachute. br Dropped, she collects the peat br and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot br here where they eat. br br Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say, br ground. Hence her voice's pitch, br and her stare stains your retina like a gray br bulb when you switch br br hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt br skirt's cut to catch the squall, br I dream of her either loved or killed br because the town's too small.