Friday, March 29, 2013

virtue or beauty (she reads in class as if nothing else matters)

virtue or beauty (she reads in class as if nothing else matters)


She's suddenly 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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