|
You become taller as the sun sets.
Limbs grow from inches to yards ahead of me, and I get bigger too. I think about things I’ve never done-- never traveled out of the country seen the sunset from L’Arc de Triomphe or heard the rain tickle the streets of Venice-- never felt a hot winter breeze in the Kalahari or seen Romeo and Juliet at the Sydney Opera House-- haven’t tasted marinara in Sicily or stroked the wall in Berlin. I have seen Illinois from the top of the Arch at least thirty times and Busch Stadium will always be the best site for marching band competitions and Kansas’ claim to fame isa the number of cows speckling the fields along the highway. You run ahead to declare already at three, you are a giant. |
|
A real woman has lived –
showing off my experience in bed with my stretchmarks and I don’t mind celebrating sex with passion and joy and not afraid to disrobe to feed my child and I don’t mind having rough hands that have diapered two bottoms and I don’t mind sharing my laughter with crows feet and I earned every single silver hair and I don’t care to shave because it’s winter here nine months a year Look at me, little ones – with your new technology and leggings for pants – a real woman is me – so see me – I don’t mind |