she is cool

How cool would you say she is?

She is cooler than a low rider that scrapes the road all the time.
She is cooler than all the city’s lights going out at once.
She is cooler than the loud cracking noises your chiropractor can make with your neck.
She is cooler than chrome on a Harley.
She is cooler than satin on a rock star.
She is cooler than that moment after you pull your chute’s ripcord, but before it opens.
She is cooler than sand in Maui.
She is cooler than television.
She is cooler than the mournful sound of trains, when they call out in search of you on a summer night.
She is cooler than taking steps three at a time.
She is cooler than 40 wild horses running through shallow water in slow motion.
She is cooler than cigarettes in the face of peril.
She is cooler than rock videos look like fun to make.
She is cooler than having your teeth stuck together with jolly ranchers.
She is cooler than vampires.
She is cooler than teeth on a prehistoric bird.
She is cooler than the gleam of new hardware in a brand-new toolbox.
She is cooler than nuclear submarines.
She is cooler than vigilantes wearing mirrored sunglasses.

Yes, but how cool is she?

She is so cool, that someday other things’ coolness will be measured against hers. But they’ll only be almost as cool as her.