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skonen_bladesThere’s a woman that works at the liquour store who’s just as tall as me.
She’s greyhound lean and long and strong and probably near forty three.
Librarian glasses with black horned rims are perched on a long thin nose.
A long pearl string keeps them safe on her neck and at hand for wherever she goes.
She twitches and stares and she moves like a puppet that’s moving for pennies a show.
There’s beer after beer and wine after wine and customers row after row.
She looks like an animal; no sense of self, just purpose and learned little skills.
She’s done it for years and busy or slow she always can balance the tills.
Her face has these tics. She’s tired and single. Her smile is practiced and prim.
Her eyes are untouched by the smile and lately her patience is wearing quite thin.
Her name is Darnelle which is odd for Vancouver or anywhere north of the South.
Her legs are so long. They must hurt a lot. She has a wide scar for a mouth.
There’s nothing about her that screams “I was hot!” or “you should have seen me at twenty”
I think she’s been awkward and outcast for life. I think that her dreams have been plenty.
She’s a family of one. She’s healthy by habit. Her goals are no longer before her.
She’s lovely to me. She’s probably common but right now I fully adore her.
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She’s greyhound lean and long and strong and probably near forty three.
Librarian glasses with black horned rims are perched on a long thin nose.
A long pearl string keeps them safe on her neck and at hand for wherever she goes.
She twitches and stares and she moves like a puppet that’s moving for pennies a show.
There’s beer after beer and wine after wine and customers row after row.
She looks like an animal; no sense of self, just purpose and learned little skills.
She’s done it for years and busy or slow she always can balance the tills.
Her face has these tics. She’s tired and single. Her smile is practiced and prim.
Her eyes are untouched by the smile and lately her patience is wearing quite thin.
Her name is Darnelle which is odd for Vancouver or anywhere north of the South.
Her legs are so long. They must hurt a lot. She has a wide scar for a mouth.
There’s nothing about her that screams “I was hot!” or “you should have seen me at twenty”
I think she’s been awkward and outcast for life. I think that her dreams have been plenty.
She’s a family of one. She’s healthy by habit. Her goals are no longer before her.
She’s lovely to me. She’s probably common but right now I fully adore her.
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