She’s Okay With That

She doesn’t wonder,
though she sees you do,
how she could represent
the current state of soul
in you: she rather likes it
in her lightweight pen,
an airy circularly meshed

container she can fill with
the prodigious quantity
of her not inconsiderable
acumen: un-used, held in,
and therefore plumping
out her form like fat.
But she’s okay with that.

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