On the Train next to the woman in orange.

On the Train next to the woman in orange.

Inspired by my friend Cerridwen, who has been bravely charting her search for rhythm in the world of writing, I am trying to post poems that I haven’t spent my time coddling.  This is terrifying, but liberating.  Let the poems go out into the world.  Check her out: http://cerridwenelektra.wordpress.com

Some women are so put together

that I can’t help but return

to the fourth grade

When my hair was too thick

To be worn straight down

and too unruly to be braided without

a halo of fuzz surrounding

my nine year old head

Then, as now, I wore what I wanted

And then, as now, some people’s

put-togetherness

Makes me regret

being me.

 

 

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