She liked getting stoned and cracking each other's toes
She loved Danny Devito, who she drew onto an egg and then cried the day she had to eat him
When she blinked one eye stayed down longer than the other
She had done too much acid
She thought clouds were grabbable, like cotton candy, until she was fourteen
She sang "so fresh and so clean" in the shower
She defended the homeless so long as they didn't talk too much
She didn't like anyone who talked too much
She was a kid except when she wanted to be mean
Then she was a practiced adult
She is alive, somewhere, and when she blinks one eye stays down longer
When she showers, she sings
And as I write this she dreams of eating the clouds from the sky
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