Tell Me About Her

She falls out of a magazine every day. She is woken by the birds on her windowsill. She cannot be contained by art. She is infallible. She reads a hundred books a year. She speaks intelligently to you and makes you feel the same. She makes you feel things you'd forgotten how to feel. She brings back things that were lost.

She has a hundred million dollars. She has a room full of rubies. She sings on pitch and is soft to the touch. She has hair that changes with the seasons and it always seems to be just right. She smells the way your high school crush smelled, the one who was too good for you. She is too good for you. She smiles and when she doesn't smile she laughs. She laughs toes to fingertips. She remembers what it's like to be alone.

She has dinner ready when you get home from work. She has perfect lingerie and wears nothing to bed. She wakes up clean. She eats whatever and never works out. She runs for days and sweats like an animal. She digs in the dirt on her hands and knees. She spends hours on her nails and then breaks them for fun. She writes in a journal, and she writes your name over and over.

She holds your hand so tight it could burst. She is exceptional at the violin. She has a dog and a cat and they get along great. She has cupcakes in the oven, frosting on her lips. She likes your favorite movie and can't wait to watch it later. She has plenty of friends and they're all so nice. She got you tickets to the game. She can build a campfire. She is knitting you a scarf.

She questions nothing. She accepts everything. She sees the world as it is. She knows what should be. She is not jaded. She is not a fool. She sees through you. She sees goodness. She is goodness. She is the sun. She will never burn out. She will never run dry.