Hopeless
Even the golden daughter is hopeless
Despite her combination of grace and speed
Even the golden daughter even in shorts is hopeless
Can this be what the world is looking for?
Even the golden daughter even in shorts
Even at this time of night is hopeless
Bare legged but royal looking
Even her smashing the window of the van is hopeless
But she’s hungry enough to accept that
As within the holy, charged doorway
She looks up at the domelight and says
We don’t even know where we’re going

artwork:
The Golden Girl
Dod Procter (1892–1972)
The Ingram Collection of Modern British and Contemporary Art