Im into her
Like permanent ink
Fitted
New era
Where the
Origin looks like tempura
But its collard greens
And green beans
And even more
American than
We’d think
But, she’s in my head
Like a place to rest her head
No need for her to move
Because the room
Stays cool,
And the linens fresh
Playing Lennon’s best
I am where I am
Because
She kept her step
And then, she’s what I remember
Like California nights in summer
everyone dances
but she loves the drummer
and she loves the humor
and I was afraid of rumors
so I keep her distant
in fact, lets remain
silent (shhh)
But I’m into HIM
cause HE wanted me
despite my hers and shes
however complicated
HIS patience was waiting
to be activated
so Grace could
have me reinstated
and at the end of every poem
becomes my
REDEEMING QUALITY
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