Monday, November 14, 2011

a weird poem for albuquerque crosswalks

buses pass inches
from pretty girls standing at
the edge of the street
drawing wisps of hair dancing

i stand further back
unable to feel the sort of confidence they must
that the world values their beauty too much
for a city bus to spoil

by at

2 comments:

  1. feels11/14/11, 8:33 PM

    sick ass poem

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  2. Chloe11/15/11, 12:55 AM

    I second the sentiment. Also every time I reread this I think of Regina George.

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