Exposed
Been in comfort
of home for 26 minutes;
Bags sprawled
across the living room floor,
torn open: t-shirt’s leaving a trail
to the wash, tiny
pretzel bags from the airport
half open next to me
on the couch, and shoes
pitched down the hall—
the perfect time
for a guest
to joyfully knock
and barge in
leaving not even a second
to scurry the unwashed
bra by the door
into the next room.
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This little poem just patted me on the back and said, “It’s ok, let it all hang out” – then I became self-conscious again.
Such clear imagery and honest humor!