She forgot what she thought of
Love and decided to make a
Wrongful Wrenching
Portrait of her face
As a misplaced representation
Of a misadventured
hopeless fascination.
She forgot what she thought of
Love and decided that
The canvas looked brighter
When set to flame
In a bursting unabashed evergreen
Emerald
and a face
all lit up–
She sifted the unused canvas
Through her mind and
Thought she could leave behind
A face
An arm
Or any lost
Notions of love
Confusions of love
And love—
She even made a home for it
In a ballroom
Where the steps
Make shadows of love
And the distance between the girls and their
Actual hearts
Is bigger than the
Love itself,
Where the footsteps
Like shadows
Will dance,
Parallel to themselves
Forgetting about
the girl they knew so well
Maybe an inside-out shell
Pinned down:
She still doesn’t know
What she thinks
About love,
And she won’t know,
Not then
Or now.
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