When I try to write from memory this is what I come up with
The meat-woman paused here,
like life, a dream or a flashback or
repeatedly in my mind's eye.
(I saw her shadow against the tree). Saw a forest lying
in her shadow. The wing of a
gull spread out against the light.
Islands of (made up of suns).
She didn't have perfect-anything about her.
She didn't look like a model from the pages of fashion
magazine. She looked just like
me. Standing tall like an ancient
ruin. Little brown leaves in her
eyes. Her smile a little crooked.
Wrinkles forming around her mouth. Smile-lines at the corners
of her eyes.