she's electric
spit and shit shine
on her blouse
she hangs off
the side of the building
like some gaudy
misplaced sign
she's electric
meticulous in her
mismatched-ness
the sun sees her
but she doesn't
see it
cars race to smash
into her
spine and shatter
happy misery
she's electric
she txt messages
all the pricks that
said she'd never
make it
and proves them right
and sets up passing
meetings to
shove their faces
in it
the gas station
doesn't sell condoms
or alcoholic
beverages
so she stands at
the side of the
building and waits
for someone she
knew in highschool
or something like
that
she's electric
she shoots and misses
intentionally
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