A Poem by Richard King Perkins II
She is a reality-denier
but accepts the one circumstance that barely exists
and is insightful
even as the most obvious things elude her.
Sometimes, when the world stops on a dime,
she continues looking for the dime.
She is cruel to herself,
a ventilation of self-inflicted gunshot wounds
yet avoids sharp edges
and the incorrect name on her driver’s license.
The spangles that come from out of nowhere
interest her less than the dirty glass.
She sees deep into the uncharted future
but talks like there is no tomorrow
and even when she says she is so distant
that we can never be together
we are together.