Emily is a small drawn girl in black and white.
Girls in America open Emily in themselves.
The height of Emily begins and ends without a proper camera.
As the Martin twins, blonde, receive their breasts.
As Drew Barrymore returns, undercover, to a high school she never ends.
Emily unpopular makes two rules:
1) What can never happen is big emotion in the underground.
2) Where the Velvet Underground can always be played.
Emily nesting Peeps inside a microwave.
The resulting blog.
Then Emily as an infant they never show in the light.
Her brain down the middle in a daguerreotype.
The year Drew Barrymore at the Oscars misfires her hair.
Emily teases toward a form in air--very far
within the dare of her landing page.
Emily Dickinson? Emily the Strange? Even in this kind of horseplay, my vote's for Awe.