She thinks in squares. The lines are distinct and they clearly mark her intellectual and emotional territories. They are tightly woven and knitted together to form a neat, digestible package of thinking. And the squares of thought are fixed and immovable in her mind. Fixed and immovable. And every time she thinks out a word the vowels and consonants are doled out sparingly. And you can even feel her thoughts placing the periods to end each sentence. Hmm. Get her to speak in an incomplete sentence and see what happens. Just listen to her. Her voice is set to a more definitive instead of a, “I’m-the-question- asking- type” tone. It must be interesting to live so complete like that. Just look at her. Hair neatly parted and pulled into two tight French braids. So tight you can’t even see the kinks in her hair. So tight there’s not enough space for a kink to breathe out.
She wears brightly colored earrings though. It’s the only thing that dangles and moves freely on her whole body. They dangle royal blue and indigo against a canvas of brown. And it’s those earrings that make her a work of art. And if you were to take those earrings away…well. I think she’d just be a square.
But brightly colored earrings are telling. If she wanted to be that square she’d have chosen little studs that sparkle light on occasion. Or even better, tiny little pearls that almost disappeared itself into the holes of her earlobe. But those earrings are chandeliered dripping color wildly against a brown neck. And she carries the weight of those earrings as if she was wearing lightless studs. Or invisible pearls. ..