She was all Midwestern jawbone and cuspid.
Had those gums that can
really be seen to hug the teeth.
She smiles with delight
and the gums are right there,
zealously embracing the teeth.
Liquid brown eyes with a tasteful dusting of dolorous
rust and dark beige,
An uncommonly beautiful sales girl,
the more so for being a sales girl,
in a tweed skirt and fake pearls, short heels.
A haircut such as one might glimpse
in the back of a taxi,
yellow or any other color.
The real thing.
How I may have loved her.
And when she of a moment yelped in laughter
at something I’d said,
I saw her absent her disguise, in her hometown.
Cincinatti. you know.
Yelling with furrowed brows, she was,
yelling ferociously at her boyfriend,
yelling and yelling and shaking her taxi hair.
Or out with her girlfriends,
laughing her ass off, her face and head shivering
and her big jaw opened wide.
This is the sales girl in an unguarded moment.