Crooked Rib

She sits in class uncomfortably
Behind a gentle flawless girl
Her legs long and thin like her hair
She's a cold girl in a warm coat.

Some say she's not quite right
Others, like me, sit in silent judgment
"She lacks the softness of our mothers"

But she is somebody's Eve
Somewhere a man sits alone
It is not good for him to be alone
She is his Remedy she is his Eve