The girl goes up the stairs. The girl goes up the stairs with steps
that crowd into a curve at the top. She keeps on going
despite the fact she can do nothing about it.
We catch a glimpse of her forehead pale skin
her hair parallel to the steps.
She looks straight ahead as she goes up the stairs.
There’s a girl that goes up the stairs!
It could easily be a wig, the way her hair hangs.
She clasps a parcel under her arm.
There’s a parcel going up the stairs on the steps
a door on the stairs on the steps the ankles the girl.
She makes no change now her toes reach the steps at the bend
a fan above her head a door swerves out of the darkness
out of the silence in her squeezes a curve of shoulder-high steps.
There’s a girl that goes up the stairs with a reason.