We have been in the ground where all the dead lie but Kay is not there—
From The Snow Queen—Hans Christian Andersen


She floats now among the little torches
sipping on sour sloe gin

that sets her teeth on edge—
in this forest of lasers and hanging lights,

in this party that doesn’t exist—
She thought she would find him

but she seems to have lost herself
in the sheets and mirrors and slides

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