i remember her bones were like a queen’s bones
her arm like an arm i would hold tight
until it broke [until it was just an arm]
she was young and not really blonde
really
just kids are blonde
but she had that feeling / i remeber her preening
sometimes she looks
just
like
a bad
kid

ainda se não tivesse
insistido
uma segunda vez
talvez a lembrança
não doesse tanto