Her Life As A Poem

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Howdy!  

She was big-boned, 
yet her parts were delicate; maybe a dash here?
a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome since this is just another description of her without being it's own sentence.
threaded through
moss and engine block. This is a great description though

Her home was a pine and burlap shack sack? Shack is good.
for wayward cats. home for wayward kitties might be cliche 
From her tangled porch comma here?
she would discourse on the art of life.
Poems grew in small pots
muddled with Ramen noodles and moth wings.this is an interesting setting, self-referential if her life as a poem has poems growing in it?

Her life often vacationed to a studio apartment
on the East bank of her right eye,
where she sought more windmills to charge. don Quixote changed my life, very different from Kerouac.  or is it?
She wrote on the back of her mouth
with cigarette smoke.
Her poems were the rain-filled footprints,
of Jack Kerouac. the poems growing in her life as a poem are footprints, nice. definitely fits the wanderlust 

She had letters before
and after her name; this is my favorite part, lots of letters to choose from
a fame made legendary famous enough to have poems written of her poem gardening, not of her life not as a poem but her life as a poem
by all the gaps and pauses
she shrewdly refused to fill in.nice ending.

Good luck!