hipsterA Poem by freelancejoustershe's got a slow mouth and she acts as if she's dressed this way her entire life, though the style just came around a year or two ago, and her clothes are about that old. she calls it organic, though they're bleached with more things than flour and white bread-- which she doesn't anymore because she's decided that she'll act like she prefers the nutty taste of homemade brown. moccasins and floral skirts. fingers clicking the shutter and writing novels with the sweep of the camera, one of seven, the only vintage, arranged along shelves in her small pink room, beneath native jewelry, feathers, and an old school map. © 2011 freelancejouster |
StatsAuthorfreelancejousterWIAbouti'm a muppet with his secrets revealed. i'm a lost teenager. i'm a rugged adventurer. I'm a bumbling novice. i'm an awkward intellectual. i'm a tear-stained lover. i'm a starving artist. i'm an.. more..Writing
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