Her face was nightmarish;
stretched across two miles of cheekbone.
It fell away from a drastic and narrow nose
to ears pinched to her head.
Her vague eyes
apologized for the rest of her face,
looking away from everyone
and at nothing in particular.
Six feet of black apron
wrapped twice around Skinny;
watching her make waffles
was like watching an afflicted fairy
and I almost wanted to tell her nevermind.
I didn't want waffles after all.