Her Eyes

Shivering
sapling
standing almost on her boyfriend's shoes
peers at all the world around
seeking somehow a connection with other eyes,
any eyes,
almost to seek out witnesses for some truth she
might need to prove someday.
her wide
empty
mascara'd eyes
no fit with her powdered bone face inscrutable.
is it zit cream or something?
Kabuki face with fire engine lips
and a plain (but you'd better believe pricey)
smock over her scarce doe legs
dressed in a body stocking screaming rainbow.
skinny
knock knee'd.
There's no fit here,
no connection,
no harmony with these two.
Her companion
a sphinx
blends gray background.
They are attached only physically,
everyone knows how little that means.
Look at those eyes.
She's not here.

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