She

She, but she
was a different sort of creature entirely
The sort who knew nothing of engineering
Whose only use for math was
to calculate the length of PVC tubing
needed for which diameter of hula hoop.
The sort who hears the word "keyboard"
and thinks immediately of piano and synth
before the thought of a computer ever crosses her mind.
She won't eat mayonnaise
But her cooking is doused in
spice and heat
She wears soft earth tones
and smiles simultaneously mischievious and shy
She's been in town for a week
and already knows
where to go for free yoga, dumpster diving,
where to find the best pot
Already biked the whole harbour trails
I want to be her best friend, my God.