Fruit and Bright Colors

The girl with cherries on her shirt
Eats donuts,
Inconspicuously wiping frosting off her pants
Covers her mouth as she laughs
And passes by the mirror before she gets a chance
To wash her hands
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Talks to lonely spirits around her bed
Leaves her skirt, worn and un-hemmed
Sits in the library to eat her food
Smiles at a little girl with braids who peeks over the fence, and asks,
“What’s over there?”
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Tries to feel closer to her bones
Hops into cars with strange boys
Wears bright lipstick to match her clothes
Turns up the music, just the way they’d like
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Doesn’t talk when she’s asked
Finds love doesn’t choose easily
Hides behind objects of glass
Let’s the past sleep behind her eyes,
Where it can always be seen
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Sees in black and white
Only wears monochrome to match her eyes
Adds a bit of salt to her showers
Looks at her mother and asks,
“What’s over there?”

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