am I precious to be peeling only my flakes off me

and really only drifting like sham princess fanciness

on accident, but when really it’s deliberate

but quick, so it seems on accident,

by accident, am I pursuing the right loneliness,

should I be lonely because of distances,

not difference?  what a fuss to make a splash,

what a ruffling of hemlines, a curl

of hairs, a flickering

of constancies, I ship my awful tendencies

to islands, privately,

I put my goods and glories on display.