By Katherine Boyle

Your girl is smooth
Slipping and sliding down your throat
Like underage liquor

Your girl is color outside the lines
A Pollock painting
Only you see the beauty in

Your girl is a rippling reflection
Billowing out into lines of drowned fatales
You’ve polished through daydreams

Your girl is tenderized
Hammered and chiseled
The perfect cut

Your girl is empty
Yet still makes you feel
Half full

Honorable Mention: Katherine Boyle
Marin School of the Arts