she goes
channel surfing
looking for who she is
in the painted
nudes of popular culture

she travels
along the distant
star of celluloid

changing stations
changing stations

she runs into snow
has to stop
get the gears going
her motor revs

she runs into the bare
chest of handsome
creature, coos
like a dove

she sees
her favorite program
then sees
it remade
then remade again

until there is no
more meaning

she switches
off the set
to find her own meaning

in the lark
sunlight world
outside the tiny
black window.


 Indianapolis, IN