Everyone thought it was over
Every last girl and her mother
When she stepped up to the stage
That lioness prowled in her cave
She
Holds the world in her gaze
She saw interstellar space
The contrails burned off in her wake
Heard on the island
"If God made the plan
Don't break it"
She said
There's no saints in the city
Politicians clutch their rosary beads
She's spinnin' in the garden like it's '63
Hosed by the water from a tripper-dippin' spring
She
Cannot sit still for a second
She saves her posturing for the lesson
Impressionist of a beauty queen
Laughed with her friends through Galileoskeptics
She
Got her nails done yesterday
In ten minutes at her place
Forgot to call ahead then she asked for a deal
Dressed for the beach in cashmere
Then Dolores closes her table
They share a natty
Smoke Camel sticks
At Roman bars standin' for grifters
She glows in the sculpture's glitter