Blue
She'll have cigarettes
burning in her apartment
like incense
On her kitchen floor
She'll have a vase
filled with gas station roses
Occasionally she'll tear
a few petals
for one of her rituals
She'll roll the
universe up in a
ball
and wear it around
her neck
She won't own
a single pair of
shoes
and her hair will
be the biggest mess
of braids
you've ever
seen
Her eyes are blue.
Copyright © Desiree Tatarazuk | Year Posted 2005
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