j 160

She was a mess,
a walking catastrophe,
a nightmare of a person,
yet a dream to me
She was a loner,
I must confess.
People only loved her
when they saw her undress
She never saw me,
but I watched from afar.
She had her own orbit,
she was a shooting star.
She was certainly strange,
as odd as they come
I think I could learn from her
and all she has done
One day I asked her name,
I said “Hi, I’m Julia”
She said her look is a cover,
“don’t let the outside fool you”
She sat next to me
with a beer in her hand,
then she told me to chug it
and we never talked again
—  J.DeLissio, Day 160, “That Girl From High School”