“Oh, stylists try, but hats just don’t come back!”

ADDRESS ME, I said, and I meant “please speak.”
“Oh you mean UNDRESS ME,” one said and turned.

Why was soul not solar, not solid?

"Oh, murder!" she was heard to mutter, or
"Mary mother of god!" You see how close
these utterances come? Please kiss me, Mom.

I said something nonsensical to them
and they mocked back, "but we're your one design,"
or "you're our one design"—which was it?

A sub- or super-sensibility,
exquisitely fine-tuned, can summon up
special information, specially told: