I saw a girl I met in church–
I knew her many months before.
I thought she looked like Megan Fox–
I almost fell in love with her.

Her face matched Megan’s perfectly–
except her eyes bulged a bit more,
the braces barely held her teeth,
her nose bent with the sharpest curves.
Her body, however, had none–
the waif wore baggy pants and shirts
to hide the threads that dangled from
her wafer torso. Only her
unwashed and pasty platypus
feet gave her gravity. And thoughts
she shared would never compensate.–
their texture’s as stringy as hers.

Nevertheless, her silhouette–
blurred, distant–resembled the girl
I dreamt of fucking every night,
and so I started dating her.


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