she was a quiet girl who liked listening to the way people
moved their lips and the way they
talked with their eyes when they
squinted in the sunlight
smiled with their crinkles.
there was so much more to be read in the
way someone held themselves
and the way they did their hair
and the way they tied their shoes
and the particular way that they chewed their nails
words they said
when they thought
she was a nice girl who liked nice things that she
so one day she afforded them to herself with
some quantity of risk and
some willingness of failure and
some foolishness of youth.
she looked in the mirror and tried to read herself
but all she saw was a nice girl who
liked teacups and revlon red and
she couldn’t seem to read herself
quite as well
as the rest.