I’ve been trying to write about her.
Trying.
Trying.
Trying.
Trying.
Trying.

Repetition at odds,
Favors in need of.
Sunsets and sun rises and Sundays and sundaes,
Tuesdays and two days and waiting on time.

I’ve been thinking of words to describe her.
Thinking.
Thinking.
Thinking.
Thinking.
Thinking.

Clouds are straight roads,
Sharpness in blurred photographs.
Swimming in spinal fluid and nausea,
Anatomy lacks definition.

I’ve been looking for something so I can compare her.
Looking.
Looking.
Looking.
Looking.
Looking.

Eyes blinded in blue and red rays,
Sunglasses perched on iridescence.
Object permanence is oppressed,
And perfection cannot be tied.