Her Face Was an Outlet
Every time I saw her,
her face was an outlet,
unbending and electric,
no one would go near.
I talked with her
for an hour once.
She ate 2 charging cords,
a photo printer,
and a curling iron.
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Wonderfully compact and matter of fact. Love the tone.
did you know my science teacher?
Perfect.
You two need to have a poetic dialogue – wait! You already do.
What an intriguing poem. Love the title. Definitely pulls me in.