Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Jealousy

A mark that leads to a line,

        that winds to a city of ink and gray shadow;

Soon the paper vibrates with bits of spirit swept from the sky.

I blink, and the folder shakes with wide amber eyes

Hidden beneath a curtain of flaming hair.

        Hair that stings my smile.

                Hair that burns my hand.

A step, a shuffling jog

        That disappears out the door.

        A tall column of white balanced beneath

                A jacket of green -

        And two bags that

                Hold centuries of notes

Placed under a lid of color.

        She writes, and her strokes

Carve through the gray words,

The senseless notes of mathematics.

        Then she approaches all, even

Though height is not in

                Her favor,

        And everyone knows her name.

                Her eyes are perpetually open.

        She is that of which you only dream of.

        Her voice is punctuated with

Expression and a disregarding

        Of English grammar, and

        She mentions that countrysides

Are the best.