As a little girl Jean spent her time
Waiting for God’s most gracious gift
To be delivered to her
In sandals and in dresses
Learning how to be curved
Jean stood by roadsides in different countries
Waiting
She drank poisons when it suited her
And cordial on other occasions
One night she watched her father get raped
One night she watched her father get raped
But Jean never blinked
For her eyes were snapped open
And waiting
As she grew up Jean experimented
With increasing her size
And meticulously observing the results
So in sandals and in panties
Learning how to curve space
Jean stood by roadsides in different parts of the state
Waiting
She injected poisons and stayed in prisons
Out of personal choice
She stood idly by and watched herself get raped by dogs
One time she raped some dogs
And never blinked an eye
For fear of missing what she was waiting for
In her old age Jean came to the conclusion
That people were pointless
But magnificent at hiding the fact
And in sandals and in nothing else
Learning how to destroy space
Jean stood by roadsides in different parts of the town
Waiting
She injected planetary waste direct into her head
Just to see where it would take her
To tempt the world to rape her
And although she prayed every night to be raped by God
She was still largely devoted to
Waiting
For God’s most gracious gift