My Manic Pixie Dream Girl

On his eyes,
someone
               she does not know 
paints water,
calls it the mist beneath her chest
No seeing the mist that lays around her.

But mist falls in the afternoon
like tripping 
fast and clear 
and cars speeding 
one by one toward
​wherever they have to go.



The girl sees in images of mist, 
                   ignores her parents, 
telling her to drink water
                              Her doctor, 
telling her to drink water.
      Lance Armstrong drinks water
when biking
When he did bike. 
Before the steroids and all.
Why, 
she thinks, 
should she be anything but misty if mist is all that she is?



Someone watches her and 
whispers water into her ears.
        But not her mouth
                                      so it’s quite unproductive.
But he does this nonetheless and 
only ever quietly.



​He stretches out and reaches past her neck, 
                         where he should have gone 
to take the mist, 
but he reaches only
her ears
and he just says, “you are water.”

Author

Winnie Marion, the Co-Founder, Editor, and Communications Manager of The Weekly Cad; a sophomore at Simon's Rock; and survivor of the Academy.