She Wonders…
Oh my– oh ‘me’
Oh my it’s -she
She does —
She wonders ..
Yes, She does –
she wonders what is –
what it all was. for ..
More. now –she is pouring –
now..
She has to wonder
–What…
‘Oh God’, she spits!!
But–but, but–..What–
What if???
-what if..
She Wonders..
She wonders —
so, so frequently —
what she could be –
– oh she-oh she —
wants to know..
She needs to see –
-retrospectively..
She -frequently —
Glances to that —back — that
— back when
and yes res- pectively. Pensively.
She pencils in but pen could end her ind– ifference
Inference sends me spinning.
She has been in — this
She is.
She, she, she wonders ..
She definitely wonders …
what, What is, what was-
What, what is.
…what could possibly have
been..
She..
Is ‘Me’
-Me pretty
She thinks — often–
then-
she. re-
members
–She comes to think she cannot think-
So she, she …..
She quickly
— – shuts it down
Like that –a switch she hits –
Off with a bit of a hitch-
of…
What–
might have happened..
What could have occurred….
She’s good but she’s sure..
It could have turned out —
It could have been..
So very different —
Different
Then then an.
And -if… Is then.
She begins to drift…
Then like with a lift –she is carried..
Back to this very —
This time —
of this very –….
“Oh, it’s back to now.”.. She whispers but wonders how-
She has this now. ..
She’s barely–
—-now ..
She’s wearing then..
She’s daring then —
— to go…
But then –won’t know…
She can’t go..
She can only know..
–What if…
What men? …
.. What a difference then
would have been…
“ooooooohhhhh”, she sighs …
“aaaaaaaaaahhh…”
Before eyes -water her cheeks —
she sneaks these words in…
“Oooooohhhh, what if??”
She moves lips, but who is this?? Who- Who is it She’s talking to??
Who??
She speaks to she and only.
This. ..
.. But she wonders what if..
She wonders.
What if.. ..
Different paths & different–
—that’s—
.. so different..
She is– she’s different.
It’s different.
… She’s drifting. …
–she’s exquisite..
She’s an exhibit but she flips it..
She is it…
She’s been and will be in..
She’s the sea in –
-…
She’s the green-blue that he’s seen through his hazel-reed-grass-seaweed hued – two —
–yes –two.
She knew but she tried to…
and now she’s dying to –
-be
She, yes she —
Moves like an ocean of —
beach sand –
She can stand
She’s in demand..
But –she knows.
She loves, she was..
She does, she -so does dance…
She takes chance after chance.
After chance she chooses to do this…
This shoulder move..
Through hall to lobby…
Through all due sobbing… She released. Now, she sees.
He’s not.. But what, what is he??
Her thought has got her
She’s not her, she is -but she is not.
She told her!
She’ll hold your -tooth– she’ll ask, inquire- she’s in fire– in fine gloss–
She’s in time with loss..
She’s the moss that you slip off.
She’s the cross –
between highways and street signs–
She’s the billboard —
you will board her flight…
She’s your right.
.. She’s your reed, watch her need you..
Drifting with tide… She’s–
inside –your mind.. She’s behind.
Back to the back when her bend was Exposed — ..
as she, she knows–
what she–
… She,
She does
Her hips will tip scales
She never fails…
She listens
She leans in
She’s mean in
-the way
She makes day
She’s —
Still pondering.
She’s an awesome thing– of creation.
Sing her praise.
For… She -she escapes.
