She Walks

She Walks

She walks like her hips are a soup ladle.

Thick spoonfuls of negative space.

Like a jutting bulldozer,

straining upward,

before the final wobble at its highest point.

The anticipation in a pendulum.

The hangtime of a swing.

That’s how she walks.


– Rachel R. Vasquez, date unknown (2012?)

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Found this in an old notebook of mine. 😊