The Statue of a Girl Waiting

Once there was a boy who told her:
“I’d stare at you till the sun dies.”
A stupid whim. But hardly noticed. 
She turned herself to stone.

And he chiseled out the parts he liked — 
Her tender eyes, a lock of hair, the 
soothing part of her upper thighs, 
and then escaped into the night.

You know every sculptor is a thief? 
Now there’s a boy zipping about, 
tossing around a bag of her, while 
the rest of her sits waiting in stillness,
dusting till the sun dies.

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