All-American Girl

All-American Girl

I read about her
silent perfection
in the library
at lunchtime
Filled with
laughing girls
The crude
language
of boys

Behind
opened books
a dark mind
She, who has
everything
held
in her
pristinely
manicured
fingers
that tremble
with
jumbled colors
bouncing
in the palm
of her hand

Because
all she can
ever hear
is Fur Elise
ringing
in her ears

Angela Minard 2008