i know a girl, with a standing ovation where her voice used to be
she’s tall enough to tear the light off the ceiling
she thinks the universe is round
sometimes i think she’s right when she knows she’s wrong.
she laughs at her own jokes, looks at me like i’m her best joke.
she’d make rust think it was bronze.
she could turn water into watercolor.
could turn right now into “are you done yet.”
she makes me say “i aint done yet.”
makes me believe it . makes me scrape up my
“this is all i got” into a pile of “we got this”
she is a girl with a hook for a heartbeat.
she is the best kind of worst person.
she’s been forever and back . she saw tomorrow , yesterday . she likes really bad episodes of
really good shows . her smile can’t keep a secret . she thinks she’s a secret . she’s not . she’s just
a note in a song that holds itself too hard.
she cracks, is torn has thorns and has named each one
has enough holes to call herself a dreamcatcher.
she is whole and catches dreams
but me i’m just a guy
about a girl
with a shine
where she thinks
her broken is.