Such a real girl
A girl with anger
that never shows
Whose footsteps cease to exist
on this concrete existence
as if floating on lilypads
all the way to the grocery store

A pale face wrinkles as this girl
this real girl
tells a silly joke
This pale face fades away
The only thing this girl
this real girl
will ever know
are glimpses

The truth
does not lie within the glimpses
She sometimes wonders
if glimpses are really there
Is it possible to achieve
a glimpse so true
Is it possible
to stare for so long
that a many million glimpses
crinkle together and become clearer?
This girl wonders
Catching glimpses all the time