Nobody would see that girl
And not think she was the meaning of life —
.
How sophisticated and curved her face is
But how opaque,
How wild, unpredictable
And unknowable with those tinted eyes,
Those squat eyes that sit in the middle of a volcano
Asking only to peer out as she is
.
Emphatically moving to Montana,
Almost more moving to Montana than is possible,
With her husband,
My pleas to her to stay,
My minor rubbings against her body,
Deflecting off of her like daisies on a Beretta hood