A Girl in an Attic Listening to Bob Dylan
Tucked into her attic in Romania
she wanted it to be a Wes Anderson moment.
But she turns over and suddenly
crooked with a peachy filter feels
like crooked. Bent into un-romantic shapes
by friends that would have bored the audience
a long time ago. Music neatly lined
up and coming through earbuds that
simply magnify the lonliness of quirky
existential wondermement. No moonlight
slips through the wooden roof and
this flashlight is too bright and it hurts.
The hurt is loud in the same way that
people are cruel, and no girl coming-of-age
in a Romanian attic wants to