Strange how it bobs to the surface again-
I thought I`d ripped the past to shreds,
a confetti of soft white edges, pellets of color and time
where only an eye or an unguarded smile
winks in the wreck of our history;
never regretful, no- this rage of justice,
hunted every snapshot of our youth-
it felt good to do this, good to grasp the white borders
and pull apart that sanctimonious blonde,
separate her unlined grin, undo the arrogant beauty, ignorant eyes-
mince the nubile form of tawny promise-
the print he liked to stare at for hours,
not knowing how the accusation in his eyes
slammed like a sour wave when he`d look up.
But there, I see a shadow of the years,
grin mockingly from his top dresser drawer-
stupid jezebel, why won`t you go,
leave me to surrender to time;
I made peace with the crow`s feet, the padding
each child`s legacy on my thighs,
silver striae I`m proud to carry
on the stomach, wonder of a woman-
where innocence once grew,
beneath my heart-
could you claim such, idiotic girl?
No, your only magic is a glamour
in the foolish eyes of men,
where is your substance,
wrapped in glitter?
You`ve no idea all you will become.