i saw a muslim girl spit yesterday.
she caught my eye
(skinny jeans
flip-flops a martian green
slender dainty figure
with a sandy colored headscarf
to cover her non-existent fr[sh]ame)
and (celestial assumptions at the ready)
i caught hers.
swaggers ready to navigate
the times
our half smiles made
one full moon
and she
spit like no muslim girl
i have ever seen
(even left a trail of stardust
to prove that i could
make a wish)
as if to tell me
in the friendliest way
that she was not a product
of the
quarks and leptons
of my (red) shifting
mind
that she could shroud
paradigms
with her sass
and that no two stars
are ever quite the same.
perfect.
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