| Nimble Squares and Oblong Lifestyles She sprites awkwardly around on the bus Being forced more askew By bus law physics Looking for a seat Bubbling meekly Like she was ashamed of her smile She looks over her nerd glasses And pierces me with beautiful blandness Brown eyed beauty hidden securely in insecurity In beige corduroys A little too loose on her She reminds me of hand me downs The kind that never get worn And I know that she's got Ginsberg in that bag of hers She fits about as well in this world As a cork fits in a thumbtack And she likes to hate it that way She's got a world of energy in there Pent up Under that cashmere Under that skin she feels so uncomfortable in She feels so oblong in a world of right angles And square as hell in a garden of curves And, God, I see that it makes her one of a kind I want to say something to her But I know she'll think I'm patronizing No matter what I say How do you tell someone who doesn't think she fits in That no one has fit in your heart so perfectly? |
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