“Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.” – Katharine Hepburn
Sweet boy,
I would bet my heart
that I know the color
of your eyes better
than any other girl
you’ve kissed.
I recognize the tone
in your voice. I understand
it enough to see
that you can’t describe
it, no more than you
can describe love.
I remember your hands’
strength. Your fingers
had such length,
and the color was a warm
dirt brown, tinted
from hours lounging
in the sun.
For all this I would put
all my money, all my love,
all my wits on the line –
I surpass all others
in knowledge of you.
My attention to these details
were my only beneficial feature
to you.
Yet you know nothing of me,
the plain girl.
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