A Song Entitled Air Mozart

The sunlight was a bright coolness- the sun itself- a shiny buttercup tossed, its petals plucked and spread silently upon the campus, and slung into an apartment through unwashed windows, slicing a chicken-egg -hued interior. And within the sunlit dwelling, sat obesity-female- graceless but so...nice, who desparately thought that day to appeal to the Spring-lit noon!  The cold light,  commixed with the unwanted (and unsolicited)burn(s) of a sexual violence had grabbed the unattractive entity as it always does, and pressed her hard, flattened her and tried to rub her Irish- British blonde flesh into.. the air... and she thinks of this, and other..things...when she plays Mozart's "Air". A Revision of a Poem on April 27, 2022