sold.

poetry

her hair wasn’t right
and her pants didn’t fit.

the glasses she wore slightly
too low on her nose and it was clear
her eyebrows had not been plucked
in months.

he shoes made her feet look
enormous like aircraft carriers
supporting the Old Colossus.

shoulder pads were definitely
present in her dress, something a few
decades behind at the least.

and everything was wrong except…

she wore stripes. glorious stripes.

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