I can conjure her up so easily

petite venus in skinny jeans

size 4,  maybe


she's not you


I can close my eyes and picture her on the side of a gravel road,

on the hood of an overheated convertible,  licking the sweat off a bottle of beer


she's not you


too young, too thin,  too perfect

no long mane,  no extravagant hips 


She is a daydream easy to call up

often revisited,  predictable 


like I said,  

not you

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