She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
“Mr. Jones,” Counting Crows
his life ended & began again
at the exact same moment
in class one day the teacher asked:
would you rather be virtuous or beautiful?
he found it hard to concentrate
as his classmates answered & argued
mostly about the importance of virtue
& the superficiality of beauty
the way young people will
no ideas quite yet their own
as he found it hard to concentrate most days
because his eyes & mind always drifted to her
then she spoke certain & clear
her eyes never leaving her fingernails
as she rubbed lotion into cuticles at the edge of black polish
her hands just above the novel fanned opened on her desk:
i want to be beautiful
the kind of beautiful that makes people rethink beautiful
the kind of beautiful that inspires people to be virtuous
[she paused]
like a painting or a novel or a poem or a song
that kind of beautiful
& she was to him
& she had for him
& he wanted then with all his heart to be that for her
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