Always loved this poem for the matrix sound.
SINGER FUTURA
I is instinct gone awry.
Sugar, speed, near death, she loved
to limn oblivion, thrived
off the grid, since the grid
was fraught with dead ideas
of what a life should be.
In her inherited America,
mothers don't risk
their skins. They monogram and fold.
~Eliza Griswold
The mysteries of a comma #poetry #poem 
