There is something dangerous about a
Cancerian woman wearing a
Pair of a 2 3/4 inch guitar-string heels
Bowed neatly together with dove feathers
Like angel wings,
So weightless.
She was waiting for something to happen
meandered her way into a restaurant,
Each step formed a note
Echoing the sounds of a harp.
She eats her last supper
and takes a step out of the door,
The final note's been plucked,
But the sound rings on.

[As a rule in day-to-day life in China, it is customary to regard even numbers as being more auspicious than odd numbers. Therefore the number four, as an even number sounds like 'Si' (death). So when people choose car license tags, phone numbers, and room numbers, they try to avoid it.]