The girl in front of me has the black hair I’ve been waiting for
That she must have died red at some point
The girl in front of me
Who just got in the van
She keeps turning her head
Only slightly to the corners of her eyes
She smells like strawberry shampoo
The water bottle is half full
Shaking with the van
Skipping over union central
Dry ice and gravel
I haven’t seen her eyes
But I know they must be brown
Though her green shirt may lift them
If only slightly
We picked her up in Chinatown
Where the bricks are painted gray and brown
And spray painted red
Reflecting billboards and cars
Someone left their signature
And how to reach them
Wanted for attempted murder at Dodger stadium
She has a little too much make up on
And tilts her hear back
Towards the pink buildings in the purple sky
Her hair folds over the back of her seat
She’s wearing a double watch
The buildings turn to red
Passing a topless bar
And stacked garbage bags onto the highway and on to the airport
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