A doe named Jane, or, Jane Doe. An unidentified female, or if you please, you can call me Butter. What? A blog featuring my writing, and things I love, which include, but are not limited to, soup, books, and all things nautical. When? Born in July, another one of those 20 something’s. Where? Tragically landlocked in Idaho. Why? For the sheer joy of existing. How? Take a gander and find out. Creative Commons License
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Forget the Moon

I was always your drugstore beauty queen.
Made up of thoughts too generic, and beauty
not rare enough. You held me in your arms
like something you bought on sale.
In your eyes I saw the longings a flightless bird has
for the sky, and I wondered if we’re all just dreaming
of things we’ll never touch. On the subject of your love,
you remained ever uncertain.