GIRL OF MY DREAMS
I don't remember her name
or her stats, only the way she made animals
nervous and curled her lip in a salute
to ambivalence. She would say whatever
came into her head, no matter who
was still talking. She was slender,
lovely too, but inclined to throw
punches. Her eyes were lit by deep sea
currents with a Pinkerton tinge and a steep
friction coefficient. Every space she left in no
hurry hummed. Whereas there were bold
rumours, nothing was ever unearthed about her
attachments. Her ideas were also furiously un-
examined by the experts she was referred to.
Not known to be social or gossipy, she had
observed that a foolish consistency plagued
her cousins and financial advisors. She argued
politics with polite vehemence, but after consensus
collapsed, her manner became prickly as a rusty
spur and she went off on her own, became a rodeo
Queen somewhere in the desert all that Summer.
I don't remember her name
or her stats, only the way she made animals
nervous and curled her lip in a salute
to ambivalence. She would say whatever
came into her head, no matter who
was still talking. She was slender,
lovely too, but inclined to throw
punches. Her eyes were lit by deep sea
currents with a Pinkerton tinge and a steep
friction coefficient. Every space she left in no
hurry hummed. Whereas there were bold
rumours, nothing was ever unearthed about her
attachments. Her ideas were also furiously un-
examined by the experts she was referred to.
Not known to be social or gossipy, she had
observed that a foolish consistency plagued
her cousins and financial advisors. She argued
politics with polite vehemence, but after consensus
collapsed, her manner became prickly as a rusty
spur and she went off on her own, became a rodeo
Queen somewhere in the desert all that Summer.
