This is an improv of "The Legend" by Garrett Hongo. What this elegy did that I wanted to capture was the second stanza. It's no where close to the original stanza, but I liked the first sentence when the speaker is writing about the person that the elegy is for. I wanted to attempt to try that.
She’s American or German or Swedish. I think,
brown hair and skinny, or blond hair and
fat. All I remember: green eyes. Or is it blue?
She walks jeans and heels, receives judgment
with the stairs in a dress when wearing
the panties for the one week a month. She stands
up to vow never to be public again.
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