SHE: Poem 9 – “curioser” (circa ’85)
she eyes my neon lace-ups, says they’re too bright for her shade she grabs my Walkman, then sighs that i never play her song she claims to loathe the mall, yet waits by the arcade stall she begs for space, then frets when i inch a step away
she swears she’s not jealous, but she jots down my locker code she calls me too eager, then scolds me for not asking more curioser and curioser, her rules flip-flop each day my heart’s a tangled tape, rewound by her every whim
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