Nona Casper, Who Has Never Read a Blog
A muppet in motion
Flung hair blooms off the side, like a horse’s tail whips her headshaking face
She's frantic, engaged, boiling over
Her teeth wear ghost braces – I keep missing them.
I think she wears red glasses without lenses.
Her “I” is shifty and continuous, she explains.
She lives a writer's life
Unveiled, crafting, naked, languaging
Finds moments of unbalance in dailiness
(at my school we call that DRAMA-queen)
She reads of minutiae of 15th and Dolores
And wishes she had Jesus. I laugh at intervals.
As she reads
Girls outside slap jump ropes skip chanting.
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