she was like a moodier jennifer lawrence,
so many freckles i couldn’t even tell her tone,
but i liked her face.
never saw her flip a smile but noticed
her gasping every once in a while,
and she never moved, even when that
fly landed right on her eye.
she was skilled at wearing her tattoo
as a watch. mastered walking in stilettos
near the water on the rocks.
she had cheekbones that would make your
ancestors drool green
she lit up the page with a gaze,
eyes cold and mean.