How To Be Prim
Sit up
But sit back.
Cross your legs
But look relaxed.
Calm down
Even though your pulse is racing.
It's grey tones and red tones
And soft velvet sleeves
Black rimmed glasses are the surface
Of dark water.
A mirror with depth.
A deep glass, a pond.
Look her in the eyes and
Say she isn't worthy.
A heron standing still on
A grey pond on a cold
Winter morning.
Even when your pulse is racing,
Calm down.
Look relaxed,
But cross your legs.
Sit back and
Sit up.
You can be as proper as you like,
But you can never be Prim.
Copyright © Liliya Zagorski | Year Posted 2020
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