she’s witty and she's pretty
a vision through diamond clarity
she’s glowing with prescription poise
grasping for a world just past the noise

discovery of ever-consuming love
she feasts on the first a bite satisfaction
a reciprocated interest from a boy
she embraces fulfillment and utter joy

but returning to her static default
she’s reaching for the control
a dictated pause with a faded button of play
a breath of a skip and the idle habit on the counter it lay

maybe the pause is just scratch in the disk
or maybe the player can’t read a record
but a glance on my palm, and its scratched

a raw serenity forced into a palm
tracing in gay, throbbing they lay
but they’ll erase
just another pill and reread.