watch you find a girl
that's better at drawing
that loves to hike and
lets her leg hair grow
she's patterned all up
and down and listens
to the Doors, plays with
your record player while
the evening stripes in on
her legs the shape of the
blinds, probably smells
like patchouli or maybe
honeysuckle and her
hair makes you forget
about the fact that I
exist, makes you
forget about
they way
I was
there