For AM
I left the bath water running
I’ve let my leg hair grow long—
To my feet
To my toes
I only groom when something’s burning in the oven
No one told this girl about a “right or wrong” way,
only a “wrong way”
to do these things—
To dress up
To make up
To grow up
To buck up
To want more
or less
To grieve
To try
So I’ll mess up clean up mess up
Clean up
Mess up again
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I like that list. I too want to buck up! Great poem!
I love this and I love you, dear friend. Happy to be writing together again. (Rhymed so I feel like an official poet now)
But seriously – love the line that gets at the fact that we are never taught what is good and right, but just what is wrong.
Here’s to the messy ones.
That reminds me of me.
nice job on this one, girly.