star

I'm a brown-eyed girl 

loves adventures 

yet afraid of the unknown

I'm a romantic who hates real life

I'm a brown-eyed girl

who wishes more love songs

said brown-eyed instead of blue

Semester 1

I.

Sudoku from the New York Times 

Stays open on our computers.

One holds a tennis ball in her right hand as she talks,

In the skeletal frame of a fence, 

nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,

Where vines wind up and veins wrap down: 

a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love. 

And your dark, knotted hair falls, 

   trailing along and settling 

        in the crevice of collarbone, 

ravine of spine,  

disgusting and decrepit

maintaining youth and good posture at all times

selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness

oh how I hate those teenage girls

those girls who pose and pout and get what they want