She don't like that and she wears tall
shoes. Her
arms cover
everything.
She'll comb your hair with
her voice. Her skin is lighter than
dawn. Her eyebrows never leave your
mind.
Her ankles could wash and wax a moving
car. She breathes
California when she stands in Michigan, and
man, forget it
you'll never even meet her.
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2 comments:
I'm totally "with" this one right up until the final line: was half expecting it to be, "she's mine."
Or are you saying she doesn't exist?
what was that rudy used to always say about uncertainty in modern art... worth deconstructing.
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