this girl
she moves in bell-bottoms smiles walks down the sidewalk strokes the strands
of hair falling just above her breasts her crotch still burns from cheating on her
boyfriend her belly rolls over her jeans like thick syrup she doesn’t adjust her
shirt to cover it she offers one long exhalation flicks the ashes of her cigarette
away the street people watch her back arched against gravity they think that
the shape of her body is small compared to the world’s
