Having a fascination for clothes,
she wears designer dresses.
She embraces the realm of the
probable,
throwing fall leaves high up
into the atmosphere
so that when they glide
downward
she will have a colorful
dress to wear
and something not on her
agenda:
rainbow extensions for a
face moving dark
and fast as
crumbling
burnt toast.
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