The First time I saw you in your overalls
your hair flowing curling towards the end
trying to hold hands
Turquoise eyes pale lips and a crooked nose
me wit my pock marks hazel eyes and tar stained teeth
bonded by peculiarities
two peas in the misfit conditioning
a paranoid an a bimbo like you once said
and if I were blue and you were yellow we would make the green

Driving through Prescott
a picture of your son who you abandoned
brought you almost to tears
I also learned you had beaten up your mother
reasons for love are never absolute
Never the end to become

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