a girl in my first period class
does not have enough land
to be a painter or nature poet
she barely has room to escape
a few texts off to her friends
her slender hands are a long aluminum trailer by the river
she cries stories leak by leak
over fingers through chink
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The first three lines drew me into the portrait
Oh, you have described her so well! The last 3 lines really speak volumes.
I love the long aluminum trailer line. A very effective character study.
Love the sounds in this poem. So many great choices you made.
Like the way time
& space inter-
twine…I bet you
turn over the artist