“Bless her Heart,” he says,
to a product of display
but to her dismay:
Silhouette behind
numbers and comments – many
of which carry her.
“Who,” – should cherish her,
could take care of her
would love her: profile.
He saw her display,
with another hundred men,
behind glass windows.
Seeing an outline,
shape with no response throughout,
still, completely still.
“Hello,” she said
tight-lipped as a hushed shadow
in the faint doorway.
– Emilyn Nguyen, Who
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