Twenty Minute Crush

                                   She cracked a smile 

                      That looked like Jack Kirby drew it 

                               Her hair was too short

                       It barely showed up in silhouette

                        Sandals of plastic upon her feet

                            The tattoo on her shoulder

                                        Incomplete

                          I knew better than to attempt 

                              A conversational gambit

                                  But still I persisted

                                Damn force of habit

                We talked about cats and artists from France

                   Batman, Bob Hope, & interpretive dance

                              It was just this afternoon 

                          But it already seems long ago

                            Some people you know fast

                           Some people you forget slow