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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.14.12.40.2193]] |
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I drive, windows down, playing Jack Johnson. From the corner of the street to the red car I inhabit, our eyes meet and speak politely. From this not so far away distance, I (appear to) hold my head high. You see me with pleasant smile and waving hair. I look like the woman you always want me to be - when we are close up, and the lights are shining upon us both. From this perfect vantage, I am confident and carefree. Am I stunning and glorious from my car? Am I clever and witty, cradled in my pleather fortress? From a distance, but not outside of view, I become coveted. You want me. My skin is clear and bright; while my eyes look past you. Oh, we are both spectacularly beautiful in our fuzzy lines. So, I suppose I will drive by again. We can think of what could be and I could pretend you love me. |