she talks in cursive, mainly,
a third grade throwback
of cursing conversive
that tittles i’s
in hearty
rhetoric.
red Caps of
illegible drawl
–girly–
–surly–
& curly
cued
conversation,
overdone in
~looping edicts~
& unnecessary crosses
scrawled, and squalling,
and me without
white space to spare…
white out obsolete,
and X’cised from scripted curriculum.
she’s a super girl,
though
–so
she tells me—
a truly super girl
lost in translation
and her missing booth
in which to change…
a third-rate
spinoff,
& anecdotal antidote
to distract a cryptic Knight.
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