poem inspired by the photograph (mine).

girl you have way too many

jackets & too many of those


girly bows as headgear but rest

assured i’ll hold a broken down


umbrella over us as our hairs

grow big & frazzled and the spittle


of the rain delivered on the wind

strums our faces like a set of bitten


teenage fingernails touching

grandpa’s heirloom fiddle

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