She is
the
who's who.
the owl's hoot.
the late night booze.
the party crew.
She has these curly
Q's.
cute.
She's the
I love you boo
who runs from truth
and true blues.
daggers a hole
before
its possible
and destroys the seams
so no one
can sew.
it's too bad
there's booze and
beauty
to blunt
reality.
blur
the
sadtosees.
and she laughs a lot
to distract
the spot that
bleeds
the blackest.
twists insistence
ace bandaids
until the puddle
lessens.
but she still
buries the bullet.
erects a deflect
detour
with
flashing orange horses
and tries
to live something
less horrible.
