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Tuesday, September 3, 2024

You get up, you sigh

You move, must move 

You finally do the damned laundry, one tiny leg folded over the other 

You sit in your underwear

Look in the mirror and stare straight into your own, beautiful eyes

Let your belly be soft

Try to recognize yourself and 

Wonder what other people see

Is it possible to be good and great? 

Is it possible to make it through the day? 

You clean out the garage

Find that dress with the tags still on it

Think for a second that the dress 

will turn you into a different kind of woman 

The kind that flosses everyday or 

speaks before she thinks 

But you are here

In this body, a miracle that 

You are here