today i do not wax
i tweeze.
it is such a day.
i think what do men do
was told by one some want some
tightened, fastened, neatened
surgically (what!)
in shock i learn things but
i am pleased with tweeze
it is such an evening
i bathe and wear my lipstick
smells like sun ripe fruit, moistly red
and some perfume rose-yellow-amber
i think of you when we speak of perfumes that carry us to bed
we and perfume is all we wear
we giggled at the thoughts we shared, you so far away
old but fresh pajamas
it is such a day
i watch the men below paint fresh road signs
sugar white tippex strips
i paint fresh and the paint is fresh
i come after
on a good day portrait is a masterpiece
a good imitation of my face
on the bad i do not paint at all
i cannot imitate and i will not
i leave it
it is such a day
and i am not there for all of that day
until i get home when the sun is nearly sunk
and the quiet makes me whole again
i bathe i heal i gather me
ruler of my womanly kingdom, i am free
i perfume i adorn my sheets my world around my bed
i am a portrait, no paint, a picture fairest
below i see faint road signs fresh
it is dark yet i can see
it is such a day
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Poetryi know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there...
