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