She has dark makeup around her eyes,
and is looking off at nothing in particular.
Everything they know about her is over
heard and exaggerated into something
bigger.
Like hot steel being twisted into
crosses, for decoration, to be bought by
Christian seniors for inflated
prices, they won’t think about.
People at a distance are always better
because they can’t disappoint you or,
tell you lies, in fact, there is no truth to hide
in the first place.
All that exists are the vague
notions you either have, or don’t, about
each other, and those are entirely imagined.
Still, we have to admire the people able to
push beyond all that perfection, and contain
some of the seething grime beneath us all.
Otherwise, it just festers and destroys.
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