2013-03-19T22:15:31-07:00March 19th, 2013|Musings on life|

The valley girls in the seats behind me

Their voices twirl
like the hair between their fingers
gum smacking
everything ends in a question
can you believe
I can hear their nails
click against their cups
like tiny hamster claws
trying to escape
I am obsessed with them
judging them
and then me
for judging them
and they linger in me
like too much dessert
I wish I knew
are they like that alone
are they candy and air
all the way through.

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