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Sunday, April 01, 2012

poetry bliss: day one


in celebration of National Poetry Month, I plan to write and post one poem each day.

Fashion

These clothes don't fit—
winter wool weighs,
denim waistband gaps.
I cannot be contained.
I long for floaty, flirty,
floral, feminine—young
and dream, not this 
aging exhaustion, these
feet grown tired, the
aching arch in patent
peep-toe pumps. I stare
at 40 and quake, 
barefoot, naked,
me. 


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