A powerful girl has moved into the attic. She sits on a trunk and
wears a ship in her white, wild hair. Fully naked, she sits on a
trunk in the attic with a ship-rigged frigate dipping in and out of
her hair. She knows how to touch a man. First, her hands glide
from temples to neck. While I watch, her white hands glide from
temples to neck to chest. While I watch, the man turns hot. Now he
convulses. Now he is still. The powerful girl lifts his body into an
open trunk and shuts the lid. She knows how to touch a man and
stop his heart. We are running out of trunks.