your girl has thin fingers and she moves them as she speaks. her nails are short and stained. her hair is falling off a loose braid. her clothes are strewn on the bed. so when she sleeps at night, she'll reach out to an arm of a sweater, tuck her thumbs in a sock, cover her chin with an underwear.
when she leaves a room she leaves the lights on, the switches don't work behind her.
she brushes her teeth with an index finger and gargles her mouth with salt water. what comes from the earth must go down this metallic mesh of a drain, she says.
your girl knows how to wear overalls in the summer time.
your girl will think popsicles are a good idea.
any
time.
in the snow, your girl will be the first to walk across a semi-frozen pond.
she will have faith in the water, which she will transfer unto to you with the power of her snowflake lashes.
when she punches a hole on the surface near your snow shoes to find water below, you will ask her to
stop it.
but she's your girl.
so she won't.
i wish she were my girl.
when she leaves a room she leaves the lights on, the switches don't work behind her.
she brushes her teeth with an index finger and gargles her mouth with salt water. what comes from the earth must go down this metallic mesh of a drain, she says.
your girl knows how to wear overalls in the summer time.
your girl will think popsicles are a good idea.
any
time.
in the snow, your girl will be the first to walk across a semi-frozen pond.
she will have faith in the water, which she will transfer unto to you with the power of her snowflake lashes.
when she punches a hole on the surface near your snow shoes to find water below, you will ask her to
stop it.
but she's your girl.
so she won't.
i wish she were my girl.
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