tall girl

I look at her
the distance
she says
she likes
the way I stare,
how I shift my eyes when I’m nervous
and how I stand in casual awkwardness
and I tell her
I don’t mind
that’s she tall
and has small breasts
and laughs stupidly
and is afraid of sex
and love
I like
the way she doesn’t pretend to understand me

a lot
she is gorgeous without a thought
and she says
she doesn’t mind
my hair
the way I look
the chill in my fake eyes
the way I make fun of her when I don’t know what to say
because sometimes I cant stand talking to her,
but a gin and tonic
and five cigarettes later
she tells me
she could never love a man that didn’t shave every day
and with that
has said it all.

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