Free by Sara Crawford

Violet

She’s the kind of girl no one really knows–dancing
alone at weddings with violets
in her hair.
She’s everyone’s friend
and no one’s
as she presses a cigarette
to her chapped lips
and looks right through
all of them.

She’s always a tourist, the permanent
visitor–collecting them all like souvenirs.
She keeps a shrine of red plastic cups
in her pick-up truck
to remember a life that was once hers.

All of the boys think they’re in love with her,
but no one can be sure.
No one can be sure.

 

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