Look at her
Greenfield said
he was referring
to Miss Money
a girl who sat
two desks in front
hair light brown
drawn into a woven plait
at the back
bet she’s
got **** on her
he said
you glanced over
your finger turning
the page
of the history book
some text
on the Tudors
some boring ****
who had six wives
or so you’d read
the girl was engrossed
in writing
hand gripping a pen
head slightly down
I wouldn’t know
you said
bet she has
Greenfield uttered
the history teacher
had his back
to the class
fingers with chalk
scribbling
on the board
you noticed
the girl’s neck
between blouse collar
and light brown hair
my cousin’s got big *******
he said
saw them
when she was dressing
one morning
while straying
at her house
getting ready
for a wedding
he drawled on
you followed the text
with your finger
the second wife
had her head
chopped off
poor *****
you thought
Miss Money turned
her profile captured
ear
eye maybe brown
then turned
back again
sunlight
from window’s glass
blessed her head
but Greenfield talked
of her figure
and waistline
instead
making motions
with his hands
in the air in front
history
was lost on him
Miss Money
moved him more
at least
some aspects did
not the finer things maybe
but he kind of
wrote and made
his own
dull history.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
Look at her
Greenfield said
he was referring
to Miss Money
a girl who sat
two desks in front
hair light brown
drawn into a woven plait
at the back
bet she’s
got **** on her
he said
you glanced over
your finger turning
the page
of the history book
some text
on the Tudors
some boring ****
who had six wives
or so you’d read
the girl was engrossed
in writing
hand gripping a pen
head slightly down
I wouldn’t know
you said
bet she has
Greenfield uttered
the history teacher
had his back
to the class
fingers with chalk
scribbling
on the board
you noticed
the girl’s neck
between blouse collar
and light brown hair
my cousin’s got big *******
he said
saw them
when she was dressing
one morning
while straying
at her house
getting ready
for a wedding
he drawled on
you followed the text
with your finger
the second wife
had her head
chopped off
poor *****
you thought
Miss Money turned
her profile captured
ear
eye maybe brown
then turned
back again
sunlight
from window’s glass
blessed her head
but Greenfield talked
of her figure
and waistline
instead
making motions
with his hands
in the air in front
history
was lost on him
Miss Money
moved him more
at least
some aspects did
not the finer things maybe
but he kind of
wrote and made
his own
dull history.
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