mary ellen

the shape of

the golden gate

the shape

of

her hips

down

and round

the shape of

his face

triangular

and

peaceful

full of life

the shape

of

things to come

and things

shaping

up

the shape of

my hair

changing

the shape

of

my sort-of

almond eyes

and trying

not

to try to be more

white

the shape of

the white girl's

arm and

neck

my scanlon body

all warm and

wrapped

for your shape

the shape

of things