Her stories

She digs through the trash
Afraid to just ask
She plays detective
Tapes the shreds of paper back together
Both flattered and hurt by what she reads
She’s a little stronger now

Playing a scientist
She’s obsessed with the truth
Can’t relate to a human
Operating system beyond logic
She sees the world in binaries
And gets angry a lot

She wants the world to be other than it is
Her actions become futile
Her stories, irrelevant
She spins her wheels
And waits for a savior
Grabbing at shiny objects and holding on to them too long

Her bravery overcame her
Too big for the bank account
She folded
Learned to be brave in new ways
Ask a stranger for subway fare
Then, the bravest, accepting a partner