trojan waltz

she wishes she was Helen.

her temple, sacred to all cynical teenagers

her temples, soldiers bounding from the barracks.

whittling war cries and humming to themselves.

the crickets mumble a tune, familiar to many.  

one, two, three. 

        one, two, three,

                 one, two, three.

 

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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