sad somehow the girl
who jogs my block
smile bent out like a coathanger
& wild patches of acne
body rope-taut
life has thinned her early
it’s like i recognise
the way she’s running
away from home
same time every night
recognise scales & mirror
in her eyes, hopeful of change
if there were a way
to cry with her
As published in Clockwise Cat, July 2009.
Monday, August 14, 2006
sad somehow the girl (2006)
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