if they could see her
They would notice
that her skin is pink
even when she’s sad
that she ate with her eyes
more than her hands
That she liked
pretty dresses
even tho she felt
more like a prince
Most of the time
She didn’t know
the difference
between tearing up
And cutting onions
And sometimes–
Los Angeles was
So bright–
It hurt to open her eyes
But she learned
if she squinted
just right
she could see–
moments of her life
in the skyline
And next time you drive
past the Hollywood Forever Cemetery
If you don’t blink
or sneeze–
You just might see her
burning in the sunset
