She keeps her freaks
tongue-in-cheek
by cheeky grin.
I listen,
not listening, again.
I am no novice, as may seem,
to pretty words in stunning hue
even if the eyes of which
are broken-marble blue.
There are no true heartbeats
in her Smashbox made up sheen,
and pseudo-Fendi bag of
tricks
when all she wants
is you.
And you,
and you,
and you.
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner