Spring

Can I just insert my thing from Friendster here? Excellent. I grow weary of this.I saw myself on the train today. I think someone has fallen in love with her image. She must paint. She has paint down in the crevices of her nails. She has bruises on her arms, tough girl syndrome, I imagine. The band-aid on her foot is coming off. So is mine. Freckles on her shoulders. Her earrings dangle like chandeliers on a ship in rough waters. Her bra is sheer. I can pretty much see her nipples. I look down. Has someone loved her and then been done with her? I think I may be prettier than me. I wonder if she has a letter written on a napkin in her purse. A letter written to a boy. Written in an airport in North Carolina. A letter of longing. Maybe that is too specific. I think she looks a little rough because it is the second day in row she has been unable to find her keys. Has she been told she is a distraction because she smells like sugar cookies? I think everyday must feel like yesterday to her, no matter how drastic her changes. Every man eyes her as she walks out. She didn't even notice. She is reading Rimbaud. Is she reading it just to feel pretentious? She has probably been told she is oblivious before. Is the bottom of her toolbox littered with glitter and dead roses? She looks like Axl Rose with great tits. I am sure she has heard it all before.