there's something wrong with this girl
look at her voice
hear how her body moves, and
how it feels when she
is so far from you. How it smells,
the look in her eyes
averted (whew!)
the taste
of her averted soul,
you can almost ask:
"What a beautiful dress"
you can almost tell:
"How have you been?" but
there's something wrong
with her everything. And you can't
expect to put fingers on it. You can't
expect her, put into words.
She will never survive the translation's
loss, and you swear
and you swerve,
but
the risk/benefit
analysis
comes at too high
a cost.
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