nadia walks into the room
wearing an outfit of dreams
torn just below the hem
she turns back gazes where
it’s okay to laugh only to smile
and hearing their voice she’ll
nadia looks round by us
isn’t it a museum in here
and statues from the corners
at her knees now
isn’t it she says and waits
she hasn’t anywhere else
to go away from herself
steps slow into herself
finally she’s quite the same
for a while stays a while
doesn’t she