Her glass stare shattered
on playground concrete,
her steely vase reflected
hips and ass
her nakedness was a child's myth,
clumsy,
boy's recalled only the purple sky
or was it golden
like her eyes that day?--
"no one matters," she spoke
like a question festering
as they hung on her every word,
she had those legs like the end
of a dream
unimaginable.
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