She didn't know what she

Wanted

or

Didn't Want

That had all been

Erased.

Voided.

Only

the after image of preferences

like an empty socket in her mouth

where a tooth had once hung-

She'd find herself

poking and prodding at the

nothing

nothing

nothing there.

A clear distinct emptiness.

A black hole where desire had been.

Come too close to it and she'd just

Fall in

Surrendering to the gravity

Of her innate pliancy

Tumbling and tumbling

Further away.

She did as commanded

Freely

Simply

Whole-heartedly

There was nothing to tell her

Yes

or

No.

(And there was no one to tell.)