Meghan
Her eyes are ripe with liquid in the picture scarred there in my memory
bank
She approaches there, in a momentary motion, like a smooth wave maybe
In the lucid golden tone of heart felt memories...the air is forgivenly
manipulated
With her sweeping movement she sends golden, syrupy space swiveling and
cascading as if nature's evolved to revolve around such a creature
Such a creature who haunts my thought
Such a creature that sends me to the bowels of my imagination only to return
to the surface with a blackened dirt which smells of sewage and vomit
I hear she is a beauty queen now, my beautiful grade school peer
Not the tortured, lonely, unfulfilled wretch I imagine rescuing
I hear she lives in East Prarie, Idaho now, my beautiful grade school
peer...my beautiful grade school peer, my beautiful grade school peer...who
tortures me in her oblivion of infinite possibilities, yet bewilders me with
hope
Ms. Willard...my beautifully burdened obsession
 
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