Saturday, June 19, 2004

Cheering myself up with my favorite original poem


Underneath piles of wedding lingerie,
dented brass dreams, rusted with disappointment,
Under faded images of strong, handsome men with
perfect teeth
and silvery lace dusted with loneliness,
I find
quivering flesh, new and wet,
excited to grow and stretch into its glory,
free of fingerprints, collars or gold-band chain links
free to spill wonderful, wingspan possibilities
all over the horizon,
leaving admirers behind.

(c) Regina Rodriguez, December 2003

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