her critical thinking gone astray her tupperware mind seals in the flavor of her intents nail polish chipped no ring to show the lay of the land bright eyed with hints of joys sunglasses askew lipstick on her neck this casual girl in one brief moment our worlds collide parking lot of seven eleven she is a complex song not to be heard but to be felt with the heart this casual girl she unbuttons her shirt and shows her new tattoo woven pattern of snakes and flowers reflection of the mind perhaps reflection of the casual girl and her inner tears my heart grips this as she turns to leave this casual girl slave to her moment she must go with the crowd she must be a popular girl in that brief moment our worlds collided she spun like the summer sun free of her tears she lived for my presence for the first and last time she desired to speak to me i never even knew this casual girl