a computer modem is her medium,
the way in which she travels
to Versailles
from her sunny California chamber,
(which is messy, as is the way of most college dorm rooms,
with paint, canvas, and the scribblings of an estranged poet on the floor)
as it is, she's caught
in the clutches of the World Wide Web
in an odd form of astral projection
that her tenuous grip
is not strong enough to resist.
Carpal Tunnel.