Becoming Ingrid

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"Becoming Ingrid"

KH

Hard-Boiled

That's how she normally is

But she's as Fancy as Nancy in her lace panties

I Wonder why she says what she says

When she says that ... her words are filled with a certain kind of sedative

Her Signals are clear and pristine

Like rain falling on Shattered Glass

She Doesn't raise her hands up

Nor does She put them Down

Look, There!!

On the Hill Top, where the Blue birds sing their songs

There she is, wearing her Black Dress

But

Oh My!

There seems to be no Blue Birds of remembrance!

Ingrid?

Did you have something to do with this?

Ingrid... You Young, Lushious, Beautiful, theiving cat!