A middle; America has it, New York has it, land has it, books have it, a room has it, a rose has it and so does a smile..  She had it – a middle. And, as a garment can lose its definition, she’s lost to being identified by any  spaces in the between; the burbs and the borough, the city and farm,  a life and a living.

Stand where you may, you’ll  see her, riding in a life-car. As it passes you by, read whats etched in the middle of the door, on the passenger side, “counterintuive to center.”