Here is 23 1/2
my hair in rollers
on the toilet I sat on
as a child
as a teenager
I am a grown woman
my head is clear
but my heart is broke
just like my bank account
days are blending in with one another
I wonder if I’m doing this right
my life
not exactly like I planned
but still existing somehow
the ants that bite my feet
at night
remind me I’m alive.
I’m losing weight
and losing patience
to match the mind I lost last year.
I can never catch the man I love.
He is like a vapor.
Come close and he’s gone again.
But my skin tone is beautiful lately
So there is something to smile
about anyway
right here at 23 1/2
©2004 KaLeah Hicks
