extremes

She sits there in

the front seat.

She sits there with her eyebrows

illuminated by the glow of music,

with her mouth a regular,

even shade of indifferent,

with a hand left lazily

at her side.

I'm used to seeing her

in extremes: body

tense, eyes tense

standing ready in

that same stance,

looking past me.

I'm used to seeing her

dancing, her hair

backflipping over itself,

I'm used to seeing her

in control, collected,

dressed in proper blue

feminine clothing, I'm used

to seeing her

in extremes:

but here she is

in between, sitting there

inattentive, inactive,

un-intense.

Occupying

a gradient

of herself --

and my eyes waiting wondering,

wishing to see more of her

between extremes

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