every moment seems new
she chases cicadas at night
drives erractic and smiles at me
the suit fits tight.
she fills her wine glass unsure of the protocal
"Are you serious? " She says
in a
A suit that doesn't quite fit
she is everywhere
and the
The Big Empty tends to its pit
her uneveness
this uneveness
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