There once was a girl, much like you, only
less so. She fell from the sky. The sky fell

from her. They say that she was forged, that she
clanged and clanked as she walked. White static-hell

was her voice. An ambient engine purred
in her skull. When she kissed all the streetlights

of Prague would go mad. She was a queer bird,
as they say, an odd duck. She was twilight’s

gloaming. Sun’s rise. Noon’s high. She was— but wait.
That’s not what I want to tell you. She came

down to me, this Star child. This fairy tale
about hate. Because others always hate

the one thing that they can’t break, own or shame.
It’s what she is: lewd, alien, female.