Poetry Friday, Brautigan for the overscheduled and the lovely love of eccentricity

The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem

Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
   correct time:
with your long blond hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
   I know I'm right.