Mary Michael

The air was bitingly frigid that Monday afternoon When so suddenly she appeared Only seconds later did I spot her peering Upon a rather questionable piece of technology “What are you reading?” I asked “The book of Genesis.” She responded This caused her thoughts to detour Into mindless babble about the controversy Concerning proper prayer location It was then that I studied her In an interestingly disgusting way Composing not much of a difference All else shifted to the subject of radio A somewhat plausible means of elusion Though as she departed nothing was to be seen But the wake of what remains unknown